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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1793 | 2024-03-09 12:42:31 | 85.74 | 97.4% |
| 1447 | 2024-02-09 20:56:09 | 96.44 | 97.6% |