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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3698 | 2020-04-14 08:57:24 | 62.03 | 96% |
| 1921 | 2019-08-03 00:34:23 | 53.46 | 97% |
| 1456 | 2019-07-22 17:35:01 | 51.77 | 95% |