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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18021 | 2023-06-17 07:10:10 | 89.56 | 97% |
| 17401 | 2023-04-07 00:43:59 | 85.25 | 97% |
| 16825 | 2023-01-05 00:06:23 | 87.32 | 97% |
| 6440 | 2019-04-15 08:28:31 | 70.57 | 96% |
| 4507 | 2018-11-30 20:54:42 | 73.13 | 98% |
| 1822 | 2018-09-24 14:06:50 | 62.25 | 96% |