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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1618 | 2025-03-28 02:46:02 | 112.20 | 99% |
| 750 | 2025-03-12 05:37:39 | 107.98 | 100% |
| 240 | 2025-03-04 04:28:56 | 109.80 | 100% |