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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4416 | 2020-06-02 19:45:10 | 92.54 | 98% |
| 2690 | 2020-05-19 17:07:43 | 75.33 | 97% |
| 1398 | 2020-05-09 16:23:42 | 65.33 | 95% |