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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1195 | 2020-06-24 16:28:04 | 155.08 | 97% |
| 458 | 2020-06-06 16:40:59 | 147.91 | 98% |
| 318 | 2020-06-05 15:28:11 | 169.29 | 99% |