My love is as a fever, longing still for that which longer nurseth the disease, feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, the uncertain sickly appetite to please.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 643 | 2019-09-20 03:47:51 | 67.45 | 97% |
| 521 | 2019-08-01 02:16:33 | 76.90 | 95% |