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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3966 | 2020-07-17 12:11:01 | 107.46 | 97% |
| 2658 | 2020-05-02 11:05:01 | 107.25 | 99% |