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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11877 | 2024-04-03 18:29:05 | 140.86 | 98.8% |
| 7782 | 2022-07-05 02:09:57 | 133.82 | 99% |