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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5989 | 2020-11-15 21:08:47 | 84.69 | 97% |
| 4567 | 2020-09-05 14:12:31 | 77.77 | 97% |
| 929 | 2020-04-19 21:27:26 | 63.08 | 95% |