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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8640 | 2020-10-01 17:31:27 | 67.57 | 95% |
| 6339 | 2020-09-02 16:55:55 | 59.15 | 93% |
| 1603 | 2020-05-15 14:45:15 | 45.35 | 93% |