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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14224 | 2023-08-17 07:37:25 | 78.59 | 98% |
| 4296 | 2021-08-03 04:40:38 | 71.43 | 96% |
| 2740 | 2021-07-01 02:32:39 | 75.16 | 98% |
| 2376 | 2021-06-24 02:29:16 | 74.39 | 98% |