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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1721 | 2025-02-02 23:03:28 | 93.15 | 98.4% |
| 288 | 2022-01-12 00:41:32 | 86.42 | 97% |