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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 48148 | 2020-06-12 02:12:51 | 129.42 | 98% |
| 46825 | 2020-06-05 01:48:30 | 144.93 | 99% |
| 44262 | 2020-05-22 11:28:42 | 121.10 | 97% |
| 43963 | 2020-05-20 00:07:06 | 99.81 | 96% |
| 38911 | 2020-04-25 07:35:53 | 114.76 | 98% |
| 26834 | 2020-01-04 06:37:40 | 113.48 | 98% |
| 13614 | 2019-08-12 10:39:01 | 138.29 | 99% |
| 5779 | 2019-04-12 16:47:43 | 107.26 | 98% |
| 1327 | 2018-12-11 12:33:39 | 100.74 | 97% |