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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3349 | 2020-06-12 10:02:56 | 74.19 | 97% |
| 986 | 2020-03-05 21:45:39 | 64.46 | 97% |