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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2501 | 2023-06-10 08:50:21 | 109.69 | 99% |
| 1872 | 2023-05-28 08:23:43 | 105.66 | 98% |
| 1765 | 2023-05-27 16:13:10 | 117.81 | 99% |
| 41 | 2023-03-09 11:28:45 | 106.97 | 99% |