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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30222 | 2022-05-02 15:42:19 | 100.06 | 97% |
| 30205 | 2022-05-02 11:04:37 | 102.31 | 98% |
| 28700 | 2021-08-08 15:57:44 | 108.15 | 98% |
| 27364 | 2021-03-20 19:08:06 | 114.04 | 99% |
| 27321 | 2021-03-14 19:04:15 | 101.72 | 98% |
| 24880 | 2020-08-31 10:06:25 | 86.18 | 95% |
| 21570 | 2018-11-10 17:17:05 | 104.51 | 99% |