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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8046 | 2018-06-29 18:46:48 | 86.98 | 97% |
| 7522 | 2018-04-26 17:46:52 | 78.74 | 98% |
| 7161 | 2018-04-22 19:33:08 | 70.27 | 95% |
| 6305 | 2018-04-15 18:53:27 | 80.86 | 98% |
| 6269 | 2018-04-13 17:46:21 | 73.10 | 98% |
| 1294 | 2018-02-04 21:02:15 | 63.90 | 96% |
| 139 | 2018-01-25 00:29:27 | 57.20 | 96% |