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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9495 | 2022-07-23 15:46:57 | 112.62 | 98% |
| 8760 | 2022-06-12 22:44:29 | 110.98 | 97% |
| 8414 | 2022-05-26 17:57:16 | 114.66 | 98% |
| 3475 | 2021-03-23 03:29:50 | 93.52 | 97% |
| 763 | 2020-10-16 16:34:23 | 74.62 | 96% |