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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2055 | 2019-08-27 00:24:49 | 77.00 | 98% |
| 686 | 2019-08-12 06:00:15 | 77.31 | 99% |
| 79 | 2019-08-09 03:09:37 | 88.48 | 100% |