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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6288 | 2025-05-29 11:02:57 | 94.39 | 99.1% |
| 5780 | 2025-04-13 18:51:20 | 76.13 | 97.1% |