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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 904 | 2020-09-08 15:15:57 | 49.88 | 95% |
| 440 | 2020-08-10 10:22:29 | 59.67 | 95% |