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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2450 | 2019-09-18 11:39:12 | 66.20 | 95% |
| 519 | 2019-06-22 19:36:03 | 63.22 | 97% |
| 39 | 2019-06-05 00:36:34 | 55.95 | 95% |