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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5604 | 2018-06-02 19:48:24 | 43.21 | 95% |
| 2888 | 2018-04-07 16:34:34 | 31.03 | 95% |
| 1161 | 2017-10-29 00:26:48 | 27.82 | 96% |