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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22168 | 2021-09-27 15:26:38 | 111.97 | 99% |
| 21231 | 2021-08-01 11:48:39 | 100.72 | 98% |
| 18159 | 2021-04-25 22:18:45 | 110.78 | 98% |
| 17788 | 2021-04-19 20:24:57 | 106.04 | 98% |
| 17165 | 2021-04-06 01:58:42 | 104.12 | 98% |
| 17075 | 2021-04-04 00:28:34 | 101.56 | 97% |
| 16879 | 2021-03-31 20:26:45 | 90.55 | 96% |
| 15901 | 2021-01-30 22:50:46 | 96.27 | 96.8% |
| 6310 | 2020-08-08 20:27:11 | 84.24 | 97% |