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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6088 | 2025-02-23 03:18:02 | 98.26 | 97.6% |
| 2261 | 2025-01-11 15:12:16 | 82.35 | 96% |