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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13619 | 2020-10-10 18:03:54 | 94.67 | 97% |
| 8065 | 2019-11-28 03:07:19 | 101.07 | 97% |
| 7757 | 2019-11-24 07:19:48 | 89.75 | 97% |
| 7410 | 2019-11-17 19:39:38 | 114.34 | 99% |
| 5193 | 2018-01-13 03:11:46 | 105.38 | 97% |
| 4366 | 2017-11-16 20:40:43 | 84.04 | 95% |
| 4113 | 2017-11-08 04:05:10 | 105.89 | 99% |