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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6377 | 2020-08-06 05:59:55 | 73.38 | 98% |
| 3234 | 2019-11-15 11:09:52 | 56.32 | 92% |
| 1539 | 2019-09-23 02:09:21 | 61.74 | 98% |