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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8432 | 2018-05-03 21:37:28 | 85.01 | 98% |
| 7336 | 2018-03-02 00:54:06 | 101.63 | 99% |
| 6948 | 2018-01-16 00:07:03 | 87.34 | 98% |