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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9360 | 2021-05-18 21:08:05 | 71.20 | 97% |
| 7735 | 2021-01-06 03:14:58 | 66.47 | 97% |
| 3951 | 2019-11-28 20:01:12 | 70.01 | 97% |
| 3484 | 2019-10-06 21:17:59 | 66.34 | 96% |
| 2769 | 2019-01-24 07:56:37 | 64.34 | 97% |
| 2332 | 2019-01-04 19:20:48 | 65.70 | 97% |