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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2497 | 2023-06-21 03:11:10 | 108.06 | 97% |
| 2290 | 2022-03-11 03:53:40 | 114.14 | 98% |
| 1106 | 2021-03-05 22:55:10 | 106.16 | 98% |
| 787 | 2021-01-14 22:52:34 | 109.43 | 99% |
| 738 | 2021-01-12 04:05:13 | 102.72 | 98% |