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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9790 | 2023-03-25 14:24:32 | 214.47 | 99% |
| 8498 | 2023-02-20 18:56:19 | 204.74 | 98% |
| 3201 | 2021-06-28 16:15:19 | 177.56 | 99% |
| 2410 | 2021-04-22 19:46:43 | 148.38 | 98% |
| 1179 | 2021-04-01 19:35:28 | 145.02 | 98% |