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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5789 | 2020-11-17 08:41:40 | 61.37 | 97% |
| 4691 | 2020-06-01 11:02:13 | 49.99 | 95% |