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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6112 | 2022-01-23 06:49:57 | 59.29 | 97% |
| 5109 | 2021-12-19 03:41:25 | 60.33 | 97% |
| 4849 | 2021-12-11 18:17:32 | 56.30 | 96% |
| 4814 | 2021-12-10 16:41:06 | 54.10 | 96% |
| 2525 | 2021-11-04 12:01:08 | 53.45 | 96% |
| 755 | 2021-10-02 13:11:58 | 57.44 | 98% |