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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1131 | 2024-11-15 15:04:00 | 106.64 | 98.8% |
| 920 | 2024-11-04 13:36:35 | 89.87 | 96.4% |