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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15202 | 2018-05-31 09:16:49 | 154.90 | 99% |
| 10869 | 2018-02-09 14:14:10 | 142.50 | 98% |
| 9541 | 2017-12-21 10:23:43 | 142.97 | 98% |
| 8854 | 2017-12-12 00:29:25 | 146.07 | 99% |
| 4967 | 2017-10-01 04:22:04 | 151.96 | 99% |
| 4926 | 2017-10-01 02:10:51 | 157.07 | 99% |
| 4510 | 2017-09-25 12:42:30 | 156.31 | 99% |
| 2443 | 2017-08-31 08:37:38 | 146.56 | 99% |