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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 62498 | 2020-05-19 14:59:00 | 68.83 | 97% |
| 57535 | 2019-07-09 14:54:31 | 70.18 | 98% |
| 55658 | 2019-05-03 12:46:28 | 74.62 | 97% |
| 52855 | 2019-02-11 13:02:10 | 65.47 | 97% |
| 52760 | 2019-02-08 13:10:00 | 60.51 | 96% |
| 48474 | 2018-08-18 08:55:22 | 67.53 | 96% |
| 41350 | 2018-01-12 13:42:41 | 58.63 | 95% |