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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9885 | 2021-09-02 00:29:04 | 128.40 | 96% |
| 8855 | 2021-03-04 13:18:04 | 120.77 | 97% |
| 7074 | 2018-07-09 14:20:22 | 108.46 | 96% |
| 6839 | 2018-06-03 22:46:26 | 127.17 | 97% |