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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2373 | 2024-10-19 01:49:33 | 119.14 | 98.7% |
| 2243 | 2024-09-21 11:34:45 | 112.36 | 97.7% |