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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1566 | 2020-10-20 00:38:26 | 84.30 | 96% |
| 143 | 2020-08-21 23:32:36 | 95.02 | 98% |