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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33188 | 2020-10-07 18:35:49 | 136.82 | 99% |
| 30456 | 2018-01-19 16:14:42 | 153.86 | 100% |
| 30112 | 2018-01-15 20:55:22 | 145.62 | 100% |
| 26431 | 2017-09-28 17:38:56 | 144.91 | 100% |