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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11858 | 2019-05-09 11:55:54 | 96.12 | 98% |
| 8939 | 2019-04-17 23:10:50 | 95.67 | 97% |