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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6853 | 2022-05-24 07:02:40 | 128.52 | 98% |
| 6679 | 2022-05-15 06:34:21 | 119.23 | 97% |
| 5542 | 2021-11-24 02:16:59 | 121.68 | 98% |
| 4799 | 2021-09-10 08:02:42 | 128.88 | 98% |