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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11084 | 2021-10-18 07:26:24 | 129.46 | 99% |
| 8667 | 2020-10-25 22:15:11 | 106.57 | 98% |
| 7020 | 2019-04-10 03:46:36 | 109.34 | 97% |
| 4127 | 2017-10-02 18:22:48 | 98.81 | 98% |