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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9501 | 2020-03-29 05:57:56 | 93.53 | 96% |
| 8255 | 2019-12-20 22:51:19 | 93.90 | 98% |