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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12307 | 2023-02-01 22:48:51 | 113.20 | 98% |
| 10395 | 2022-12-08 19:24:16 | 116.99 | 99% |
| 5829 | 2021-08-11 06:54:48 | 106.88 | 98% |
| 5092 | 2021-05-28 20:36:17 | 104.75 | 98% |
| 1550 | 2021-01-02 02:49:33 | 100.84 | 98% |