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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12912 | 2019-05-31 03:54:54 | 118.77 | 98% |
| 12901 | 2019-05-30 08:21:01 | 117.77 | 98% |
| 11803 | 2018-10-27 01:03:17 | 110.90 | 98% |
| 7785 | 2017-09-10 06:58:23 | 87.48 | 96% |