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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2424 | 2019-11-10 07:05:18 | 51.86 | 92% |
| 1678 | 2019-09-16 13:19:36 | 50.32 | 93% |