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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9319 | 2021-02-04 02:07:39 | 103.05 | 97.6% |
| 8778 | 2020-12-03 04:23:56 | 100.13 | 97% |
| 6053 | 2020-01-13 03:30:35 | 101.09 | 98% |
| 5698 | 2019-12-10 11:52:02 | 93.14 | 97% |
| 3195 | 2018-03-01 06:06:22 | 71.05 | 97% |
| 2100 | 2018-02-09 11:33:07 | 58.70 | 94% |