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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26022 | 2020-09-26 21:35:56 | 88.32 | 98% |
| 23812 | 2020-05-30 11:44:32 | 86.04 | 98% |
| 23785 | 2020-05-29 19:06:00 | 79.39 | 97% |
| 20511 | 2019-06-15 17:24:28 | 87.30 | 98% |
| 20027 | 2018-10-14 13:03:51 | 92.19 | 98% |
| 17800 | 2018-06-02 12:58:25 | 89.46 | 98% |
| 15785 | 2018-03-04 16:37:52 | 79.22 | 97% |