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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23191 | 2024-03-02 16:08:39 | 158.60 | 97.9% |
| 18553 | 2020-05-28 22:07:51 | 173.18 | 100% |
| 11657 | 2020-02-27 05:30:59 | 149.16 | 99% |
| 11207 | 2020-02-18 19:28:49 | 169.20 | 99% |
| 9023 | 2020-01-26 06:03:20 | 127.71 | 98% |
| 8888 | 2020-01-25 22:50:24 | 164.89 | 99% |
| 8408 | 2020-01-23 23:50:54 | 126.56 | 97% |
| 6792 | 2020-01-17 04:56:54 | 157.36 | 99% |