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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18040 | 2019-04-21 22:38:52 | 111.59 | 97% |
| 17396 | 2019-02-22 17:04:31 | 128.97 | 97% |
| 12716 | 2018-12-25 02:19:36 | 108.68 | 97% |
| 12467 | 2018-12-22 22:53:05 | 109.10 | 98% |
| 10648 | 2018-10-12 17:34:45 | 97.30 | 95% |
| 10194 | 2018-09-05 09:38:04 | 107.24 | 97% |
| 6795 | 2018-01-14 18:39:00 | 101.01 | 97% |
| 5773 | 2017-11-10 16:40:55 | 99.91 | 97% |
| 5419 | 2017-11-04 21:24:12 | 86.20 | 95% |
| 5371 | 2017-11-03 16:24:13 | 89.22 | 95% |