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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21759 | 2023-04-19 20:38:06 | 114.31 | 99% |
| 12116 | 2021-04-01 16:19:25 | 96.35 | 97% |
| 11158 | 2021-03-21 21:34:04 | 91.40 | 96% |
| 5100 | 2020-11-12 18:21:54 | 93.22 | 96% |
| 3866 | 2020-10-13 16:51:11 | 92.53 | 98% |