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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38671 | 2020-08-18 15:24:10 | 150.32 | 98% |
| 38546 | 2020-08-11 15:31:55 | 164.11 | 99% |
| 37516 | 2020-06-30 13:23:39 | 128.56 | 97% |
| 37473 | 2020-06-11 19:25:53 | 129.83 | 98% |
| 34899 | 2020-02-19 06:55:37 | 154.20 | 99% |
| 31829 | 2019-11-25 21:30:43 | 154.32 | 98% |
| 31647 | 2019-11-24 11:02:38 | 161.00 | 99% |
| 15259 | 2019-02-28 16:15:47 | 135.80 | 98% |
| 13142 | 2019-02-04 10:12:19 | 140.25 | 99% |
| 3622 | 2018-10-19 17:41:12 | 136.19 | 99% |
| 3583 | 2018-10-19 13:31:47 | 132.66 | 99% |