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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12968 | 2022-11-30 20:07:29 | 84.64 | 97% |
| 9069 | 2021-04-17 17:55:57 | 72.58 | 94% |
| 8674 | 2021-04-08 20:49:02 | 77.06 | 97% |
| 2903 | 2020-12-07 09:01:14 | 58.34 | 96% |
| 2170 | 2020-11-29 18:50:56 | 57.62 | 95% |