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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15761 | 2023-09-18 19:30:29 | 153.26 | 99% |
| 15297 | 2022-08-21 21:54:48 | 160.36 | 99% |
| 14988 | 2022-07-27 16:05:09 | 170.99 | 100% |
| 7684 | 2020-12-30 22:22:41 | 166.36 | 99% |
| 2490 | 2019-11-26 18:47:18 | 140.00 | 99% |