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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10110 | 2018-11-09 09:20:37 | 138.72 | 98% |
| 7833 | 2018-10-16 09:55:44 | 145.82 | 99% |
| 5063 | 2018-08-28 12:42:55 | 144.25 | 99% |
| 3423 | 2018-04-01 15:29:38 | 142.01 | 100% |