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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23066 | 2020-10-19 02:56:27 | 113.35 | 98% |
| 22972 | 2020-10-15 04:32:46 | 103.28 | 97% |
| 17114 | 2020-05-25 04:24:36 | 108.53 | 98% |
| 15414 | 2020-04-16 20:07:46 | 86.47 | 96% |
| 11341 | 2020-01-26 00:38:53 | 99.45 | 97% |
| 9629 | 2019-12-18 03:45:47 | 98.76 | 98% |
| 6278 | 2019-10-06 00:26:54 | 99.94 | 96% |