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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16333 | 2020-04-10 18:39:18 | 159.53 | 99% |
| 15379 | 2020-01-28 15:12:11 | 142.04 | 99% |
| 14956 | 2019-06-13 16:51:21 | 157.56 | 100% |
| 14245 | 2019-02-03 22:38:47 | 153.11 | 100% |