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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14776 | 2022-07-19 10:55:34 | 124.83 | 99% |
| 10786 | 2021-09-26 11:32:50 | 113.91 | 97% |
| 8100 | 2021-05-11 18:45:02 | 112.50 | 99% |
| 5481 | 2021-04-14 22:40:15 | 111.45 | 99% |
| 3429 | 2021-03-30 03:17:28 | 104.39 | 98% |
| 1488 | 2021-02-24 07:03:18 | 86.52 | 97% |