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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3037 | 2019-11-05 13:25:12 | 64.09 | 96% |
| 2111 | 2019-10-08 06:42:49 | 55.55 | 94% |
| 407 | 2019-07-08 08:57:02 | 52.42 | 96% |