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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 63177 | 2019-08-22 02:18:16 | 165.41 | 99% |
| 62284 | 2019-08-08 21:33:13 | 170.41 | 100% |
| 61389 | 2019-07-30 16:20:59 | 177.64 | 99% |
| 45900 | 2018-12-21 22:05:30 | 175.38 | 100% |
| 45678 | 2018-12-20 05:00:36 | 166.06 | 99% |
| 38864 | 2018-10-03 03:27:16 | 160.94 | 99% |
| 34929 | 2018-08-29 16:13:10 | 167.88 | 100% |
| 27320 | 2018-03-12 04:46:03 | 166.71 | 99% |
| 25501 | 2017-12-23 16:13:41 | 167.44 | 100% |
| 22321 | 2017-09-05 16:21:32 | 139.19 | 98% |
| 22312 | 2017-09-05 16:15:56 | 161.12 | 99% |