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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21034 | 2019-06-13 14:37:10 | 92.08 | 98% |
| 20228 | 2019-05-31 11:32:42 | 81.56 | 97% |
| 14625 | 2019-03-14 23:36:57 | 75.53 | 98% |
| 11620 | 2018-12-02 17:51:04 | 85.39 | 98% |
| 7388 | 2018-11-10 07:51:26 | 77.05 | 97% |
| 4721 | 2018-10-23 13:39:01 | 81.07 | 98% |
| 3089 | 2018-10-16 08:29:52 | 69.83 | 96% |
| 1982 | 2018-10-08 08:20:33 | 77.99 | 98% |
| 1630 | 2018-10-06 11:41:03 | 74.70 | 97% |
| 936 | 2018-10-03 08:28:12 | 75.17 | 98% |