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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1822 | 2020-02-15 05:21:48 | 39.49 | 96% |
| 586 | 2019-12-31 14:13:18 | 35.92 | 96% |