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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4303 | 2025-02-04 17:30:09 | 83.01 | 95.6% |
| 4294 | 2025-02-04 16:49:55 | 86.12 | 95.9% |
| 1769 | 2024-09-05 13:46:58 | 82.20 | 98.3% |