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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21341 | 2020-07-29 14:01:05 | 104.13 | 98% |
| 16873 | 2018-12-29 15:27:52 | 104.78 | 99% |
| 16388 | 2018-12-15 21:32:55 | 95.33 | 98% |
| 15895 | 2018-10-29 17:04:20 | 89.86 | 97% |
| 15184 | 2018-09-29 12:38:09 | 89.29 | 98% |
| 10564 | 2018-07-21 18:38:48 | 103.42 | 99% |
| 9243 | 2018-07-07 20:29:14 | 85.04 | 97% |
| 6859 | 2018-05-02 20:59:43 | 95.20 | 98% |
| 2290 | 2017-10-31 14:34:08 | 95.19 | 98% |
| 113 | 2017-09-22 10:40:39 | 89.11 | 98% |