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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5782 | 2022-09-14 10:10:54 | 80.89 | 99% |
| 4860 | 2022-07-04 00:30:44 | 72.05 | 99% |
| 3237 | 2021-08-04 03:46:54 | 66.40 | 99% |
| 1391 | 2021-01-24 11:40:01 | 56.12 | 96% |