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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2059 | 2020-12-10 14:18:37 | 78.82 | 99% |
| 974 | 2020-10-06 13:59:42 | 53.16 | 93% |