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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6727 | 2021-04-19 23:59:47 | 155.45 | 100% |
| 1420 | 2020-10-04 09:52:31 | 139.06 | 99% |
| 984 | 2020-09-22 01:48:06 | 137.26 | 99% |
| 736 | 2020-09-17 01:43:39 | 137.05 | 99% |