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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10034 | 2020-05-21 04:32:10 | 99.83 | 97% |
| 9137 | 2020-05-10 02:38:28 | 94.14 | 97% |