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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16887 | 2022-03-19 06:51:38 | 148.74 | 98% |
| 10850 | 2020-03-18 07:32:32 | 117.82 | 96% |
| 7525 | 2020-01-04 11:20:38 | 117.50 | 96% |
| 7017 | 2019-12-30 13:36:18 | 102.97 | 95% |
| 2710 | 2018-01-14 10:32:54 | 97.30 | 97% |
| 2475 | 2018-01-10 12:02:17 | 99.98 | 97% |