Every single night I endure the fight of little wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain. These ideas of mine percolate the mind, trickle down the spine, swarm the bell, swellin' to a blaze. That's when the pain comes in like a second skeleton trying to fit beneath the skin. I can't fit the feelings in. Every single night is a fight with my brain.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16654 | 2021-08-22 23:40:51 | 115.21 | 98% |
| 15958 | 2019-05-13 00:30:27 | 121.68 | 97% |
| 13463 | 2018-10-06 23:28:28 | 116.26 | 98% |
| 11593 | 2018-04-03 20:52:20 | 109.62 | 97% |
| 8575 | 2017-10-15 04:36:43 | 92.95 | 97% |