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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7009 | 2025-01-20 01:27:53 | 103.37 | 94.8% |
| 6207 | 2024-03-17 15:48:20 | 119.32 | 98.1% |
| 466 | 2021-01-28 15:49:04 | 73.58 | 94.8% |