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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4605 | 2021-11-23 12:44:04 | 154.11 | 100% |
| 4604 | 2021-11-23 12:40:47 | 136.75 | 99% |
| 4193 | 2021-04-21 02:22:04 | 120.88 | 97% |
| 3039 | 2020-12-07 14:53:57 | 119.46 | 98% |
| 2676 | 2020-09-18 15:21:22 | 141.62 | 98% |