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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10802 | 2021-03-14 09:54:43 | 128.23 | 97% |
| 9371 | 2020-07-29 04:05:42 | 119.62 | 98% |
| 4021 | 2018-01-28 00:45:14 | 111.55 | 98% |
| 2969 | 2017-12-06 23:56:15 | 108.60 | 97% |