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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6896 | 2020-11-23 19:15:55 | 73.86 | 97% |
| 3106 | 2020-10-10 18:56:29 | 58.72 | 95% |
| 1031 | 2020-09-16 20:27:50 | 54.68 | 95% |