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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2689 | 2020-07-31 19:00:29 | 94.99 | 99% |
| 2185 | 2020-07-07 14:46:00 | 80.86 | 95% |
| 1486 | 2020-06-12 14:34:09 | 85.96 | 97% |