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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19550 | 2020-07-11 07:34:27 | 52.29 | 94% |
| 17109 | 2020-05-24 08:03:55 | 69.49 | 96% |
| 9974 | 2020-01-10 03:47:55 | 76.80 | 96% |
| 9769 | 2020-01-07 10:27:24 | 82.74 | 96% |
| 9559 | 2020-01-06 07:25:40 | 82.01 | 96% |
| 8405 | 2019-12-26 06:32:41 | 76.48 | 95% |
| 8321 | 2019-12-24 06:02:47 | 65.64 | 96% |