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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1021 | 2025-05-13 12:39:38 | 101.28 | 98% |
| 948 | 2025-02-18 18:35:23 | 103.11 | 98.4% |