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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4477 | 2024-04-02 15:27:50 | 88.34 | 97.8% |
| 2143 | 2023-09-05 11:27:50 | 69.64 | 94.6% |