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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32237 | 2021-03-01 12:12:27 | 132.73 | 98.9% |
| 32012 | 2020-08-07 02:29:26 | 120.62 | 98% |
| 30421 | 2019-04-29 18:12:00 | 134.06 | 98% |
| 22210 | 2018-01-15 20:58:41 | 117.98 | 98% |
| 22207 | 2018-01-15 20:55:32 | 107.87 | 98% |
| 21438 | 2018-01-09 23:11:06 | 113.07 | 98% |
| 16728 | 2017-11-16 15:54:32 | 115.83 | 98% |
| 16654 | 2017-11-16 03:53:56 | 98.69 | 96% |
| 16021 | 2017-09-26 20:06:03 | 107.27 | 98% |