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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9832 | 2019-04-03 00:43:07 | 105.42 | 97% |
| 7047 | 2018-11-25 22:36:18 | 90.72 | 96% |
| 6593 | 2018-11-13 19:54:24 | 72.46 | 94% |
| 4244 | 2018-04-07 23:42:19 | 76.88 | 95% |
| 62 | 2017-10-10 14:06:43 | 69.32 | 94% |