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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2401 | 2020-06-02 07:44:37 | 68.75 | 94% |
| 1230 | 2020-04-30 07:38:41 | 84.68 | 98% |