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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6103 | 2021-04-04 00:28:25 | 129.29 | 98% |
| 2799 | 2018-08-29 06:55:40 | 108.39 | 97% |
| 1762 | 2018-04-27 00:01:14 | 110.46 | 97% |
| 1690 | 2018-04-20 05:16:52 | 120.44 | 98% |
| 759 | 2018-02-21 02:00:14 | 113.24 | 98% |