She may be the beauty or the beast. May be the famine or the feast. May turn each day into a heaven or a hell. She may be the mirror of my dream, a smile reflected in a stream. She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12573 | 2021-06-23 09:31:52 | 115.01 | 98% |
| 8037 | 2020-11-13 09:40:11 | 137.82 | 99% |
| 6002 | 2020-10-16 20:16:14 | 130.28 | 98% |