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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8984 | 2025-01-17 01:21:56 | 142.26 | 98.8% |
| 5588 | 2024-09-10 17:52:19 | 112.84 | 96.5% |
| 2320 | 2024-05-12 16:49:05 | 107.73 | 96.4% |