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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5086 | 2022-04-16 00:18:46 | 119.40 | 97% |
| 4059 | 2020-08-23 02:55:04 | 114.94 | 98% |
| 3138 | 2020-08-02 03:36:18 | 91.08 | 97% |
| 1925 | 2020-07-14 20:33:20 | 71.69 | 96% |
| 187 | 2020-05-24 20:27:35 | 83.43 | 94% |