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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17949 | 2023-09-11 09:33:13 | 97.95 | 98% |
| 11495 | 2021-04-04 13:39:18 | 74.46 | 98% |
| 6237 | 2020-11-17 13:56:14 | 61.32 | 96% |
| 465 | 2020-06-27 08:09:56 | 45.91 | 95% |