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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17822 | 2020-03-30 08:53:43 | 144.54 | 99% |
| 16938 | 2020-03-21 02:44:02 | 146.20 | 98% |
| 15829 | 2020-01-27 18:59:45 | 113.23 | 98% |
| 13273 | 2019-05-15 16:59:59 | 120.57 | 97% |
| 7025 | 2018-07-21 11:42:31 | 146.89 | 99% |
| 2513 | 2018-03-27 09:13:48 | 125.85 | 99% |
| 1186 | 2017-10-06 20:24:32 | 101.21 | 96% |