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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2636 | 2019-12-03 14:31:43 | 93.34 | 100% |
| 2290 | 2019-10-04 11:30:19 | 77.33 | 98% |