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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10314 | 2018-09-02 00:46:23 | 110.67 | 98% |
| 9445 | 2018-07-31 05:49:05 | 118.51 | 98% |
| 9439 | 2018-07-31 05:39:21 | 129.57 | 99% |
| 8410 | 2018-05-18 07:27:42 | 122.19 | 99% |
| 6414 | 2018-02-04 05:08:33 | 116.30 | 98% |
| 3271 | 2017-09-10 06:58:13 | 107.66 | 97% |