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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3072 | 2022-11-09 18:33:33 | 109.79 | 99% |
| 1263 | 2020-01-26 16:14:07 | 75.33 | 93% |
| 1044 | 2019-08-31 13:21:20 | 76.64 | 96% |