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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14241 | 2024-01-06 11:11:30 | 157.56 | 99.4% |
| 12779 | 2023-04-25 05:12:34 | 86.90 | 98% |
| 11384 | 2023-01-25 20:42:20 | 149.28 | 99% |
| 9603 | 2022-10-26 06:04:48 | 164.03 | 99% |
| 4090 | 2021-01-24 10:31:53 | 133.96 | 98% |
| 2006 | 2020-05-14 23:23:17 | 142.66 | 98% |
| 1270 | 2020-04-16 01:11:58 | 133.74 | 98% |