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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1571 | 2020-11-24 14:01:00 | 61.77 | 95% |
| 604 | 2020-10-18 08:48:21 | 63.20 | 95% |