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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2177 | 2021-09-14 13:31:34 | 158.42 | 98% |
| 905 | 2021-05-09 09:57:50 | 152.03 | 98% |
| 716 | 2021-05-04 13:25:44 | 165.51 | 98% |