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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8221 | 2020-11-19 12:07:03 | 100.99 | 99% |
| 5568 | 2020-08-25 17:16:56 | 97.79 | 99% |
| 3321 | 2020-04-03 17:33:02 | 91.15 | 98% |
| 2698 | 2020-03-19 09:50:47 | 93.71 | 97% |
| 1894 | 2019-12-16 13:24:19 | 66.14 | 96% |