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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5636 | 2021-07-18 07:13:16 | 165.65 | 99% |
| 5445 | 2021-07-14 04:43:42 | 160.08 | 98% |
| 4451 | 2021-06-02 16:34:31 | 171.06 | 99% |
| 2901 | 2021-03-25 08:16:33 | 143.98 | 98% |
| 1215 | 2019-03-29 23:12:03 | 136.74 | 99% |