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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8397 | 2022-12-07 10:06:13 | 92.36 | 97% |
| 5000 | 2022-07-07 20:08:37 | 100.50 | 98% |
| 4422 | 2022-06-07 08:46:24 | 110.97 | 99% |
| 2165 | 2022-02-10 13:02:50 | 95.17 | 98% |