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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4002 | 2024-10-09 12:50:12 | 93.94 | 97.3% |
| 1166 | 2018-05-11 17:32:01 | 80.15 | 99% |