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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31036 | 2020-03-22 10:41:57 | 93.75 | 98% |
| 22530 | 2019-11-27 09:01:40 | 82.71 | 98% |