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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8704 | 2024-01-20 01:24:30 | 84.70 | 96.9% |
| 4316 | 2021-07-17 19:44:57 | 96.16 | 98% |
| 3460 | 2021-06-17 16:33:38 | 94.85 | 98% |
| 1932 | 2021-03-20 20:32:36 | 88.53 | 97% |
| 930 | 2021-02-15 08:07:22 | 78.72 | 97.2% |