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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7132 | 2021-04-06 00:37:31 | 90.32 | 97% |
| 6138 | 2020-06-13 17:06:04 | 107.26 | 97% |
| 6095 | 2020-05-29 20:39:50 | 104.21 | 97% |
| 3672 | 2018-10-02 19:51:58 | 90.17 | 97% |
| 1021 | 2017-10-25 21:40:04 | 66.82 | 96% |