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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1881 | 2019-06-14 20:45:27 | 40.15 | 91% |
| 614 | 2019-05-09 19:44:05 | 40.44 | 93% |
| 117 | 2019-04-18 14:07:09 | 32.30 | 92% |