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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12093 | 2022-09-04 18:04:28 | 115.05 | 99% |
| 9963 | 2018-11-15 19:26:58 | 125.80 | 99% |
| 9236 | 2018-09-22 15:02:20 | 124.32 | 99% |
| 9135 | 2018-09-11 15:51:39 | 135.18 | 99% |
| 6611 | 2018-05-25 20:47:18 | 131.25 | 99% |
| 5966 | 2018-04-21 19:11:26 | 128.15 | 98% |
| 5136 | 2018-03-10 11:51:25 | 123.20 | 98% |