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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9453 | 2022-09-01 03:28:36 | 151.29 | 99% |
| 4952 | 2020-12-16 00:51:55 | 137.50 | 98% |
| 1499 | 2019-08-09 03:08:11 | 123.03 | 98% |
| 1064 | 2019-04-17 02:22:53 | 98.71 | 96% |