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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2920 | 2025-07-11 02:28:50 | 105.57 | 99% |
| 2730 | 2025-07-04 17:06:28 | 95.10 | 97% |