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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6025 | 2021-05-15 00:19:11 | 105.48 | 99% |
| 5783 | 2021-04-10 08:42:33 | 94.15 | 97% |
| 5603 | 2021-04-04 08:14:09 | 86.95 | 97% |
| 2845 | 2019-10-06 21:17:45 | 84.47 | 96% |
| 1072 | 2019-02-20 02:21:32 | 69.29 | 95% |
| 696 | 2019-02-17 02:15:20 | 72.93 | 97% |