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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38602 | 2020-12-20 13:36:46 | 64.84 | 96% |
| 34200 | 2020-10-19 15:01:28 | 80.61 | 98% |
| 23808 | 2019-05-01 22:13:16 | 71.32 | 97% |