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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3186 | 2020-02-08 17:27:15 | 51.74 | 95% |
| 792 | 2019-12-14 05:53:58 | 53.32 | 96% |
| 680 | 2019-12-07 19:02:06 | 49.98 | 97% |