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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 62762 | 2020-11-09 04:46:25 | 105.79 | 97% |
| 62359 | 2020-09-29 00:08:02 | 91.17 | 98% |
| 37838 | 2019-05-10 02:58:39 | 83.65 | 95% |