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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15607 | 2025-02-22 13:11:56 | 91.42 | 97.2% |
| 14475 | 2021-09-09 16:56:33 | 84.41 | 98% |