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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 71276 | 2021-12-05 07:09:22 | 157.53 | 99% |
| 66160 | 2020-09-19 03:38:50 | 168.34 | 100% |
| 63837 | 2020-08-07 02:29:19 | 152.97 | 99% |
| 49523 | 2018-04-05 18:11:21 | 154.24 | 100% |
| 43571 | 2017-12-15 02:20:39 | 135.06 | 98% |
| 42009 | 2017-08-29 00:46:42 | 149.15 | 99% |