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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28809 | 2019-04-26 17:54:45 | 141.66 | 97% |
| 21923 | 2018-09-02 03:52:59 | 132.21 | 97% |
| 21917 | 2018-08-31 16:00:07 | 164.34 | 99% |
| 18199 | 2018-02-17 04:45:25 | 125.45 | 96% |
| 13170 | 2017-09-16 22:52:42 | 117.23 | 96% |