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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36617 | 2021-03-17 08:45:08 | 142.66 | 98% |
| 31352 | 2020-10-20 05:28:27 | 148.57 | 99% |
| 29054 | 2020-06-11 09:49:41 | 138.06 | 99% |
| 26944 | 2020-04-11 04:21:42 | 147.35 | 99% |
| 19318 | 2018-08-18 09:47:49 | 129.48 | 98% |