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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4945 | 2025-05-09 14:59:15 | 151.12 | 98.1% |
| 2227 | 2024-05-20 15:53:37 | 159.04 | 98.1% |
| 1833 | 2024-05-07 15:35:35 | 145.12 | 98.8% |