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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7077 | 2022-06-28 06:43:56 | 119.76 | 99% |
| 6660 | 2022-06-13 08:29:33 | 113.05 | 97% |
| 4933 | 2022-03-03 05:16:09 | 112.55 | 98% |
| 2588 | 2022-01-05 04:02:21 | 117.64 | 98% |