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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8056 | 2022-01-06 13:02:18 | 92.13 | 97% |
| 7821 | 2021-11-23 11:37:57 | 89.61 | 97% |
| 4137 | 2021-04-21 17:55:49 | 70.45 | 94% |
| 624 | 2020-10-23 12:19:33 | 54.46 | 93% |
| 116 | 2020-10-12 05:04:43 | 60.01 | 93% |