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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 769 | 2020-04-04 12:42:40 | 68.33 | 96% |
| 609 | 2020-03-26 12:33:52 | 61.04 | 93% |