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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22577 | 2019-05-24 12:20:53 | 122.93 | 96% |
| 10887 | 2018-10-24 19:46:24 | 147.68 | 99% |
| 6708 | 2018-08-11 04:47:57 | 132.55 | 98% |
| 4881 | 2018-06-20 07:48:33 | 133.53 | 99% |
| 321 | 2018-03-28 03:10:05 | 110.60 | 96% |