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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13282 | 2022-09-10 22:10:22 | 146.49 | 98% |
| 9078 | 2022-01-28 21:53:17 | 147.06 | 98% |
| 2735 | 2018-08-27 01:54:07 | 107.73 | 97% |
| 1928 | 2018-08-03 20:18:03 | 117.01 | 98% |
| 1587 | 2018-07-20 14:37:46 | 110.44 | 97% |
| 1521 | 2018-07-18 15:49:07 | 122.51 | 99% |