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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10139 | 2019-03-06 23:21:36 | 149.09 | 99% |
| 6690 | 2018-09-17 21:55:27 | 152.60 | 98% |
| 5398 | 2018-07-23 13:47:55 | 144.83 | 99% |
| 5017 | 2018-06-11 01:44:12 | 160.15 | 99% |
| 4908 | 2018-06-05 20:22:58 | 145.48 | 98% |
| 4456 | 2018-05-12 21:50:23 | 145.46 | 99% |
| 4187 | 2018-05-03 00:02:01 | 134.04 | 97% |
| 1621 | 2018-02-25 20:40:18 | 153.07 | 99% |