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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16781 | 2019-03-21 20:50:25 | 103.73 | 99% |
| 12983 | 2018-01-28 22:57:41 | 107.96 | 99% |
| 12645 | 2018-01-20 00:32:02 | 104.83 | 98% |
| 11615 | 2017-12-01 04:14:05 | 113.64 | 99% |