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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25536 | 2023-09-15 04:13:19 | 172.10 | 99% |
| 23953 | 2022-12-05 21:35:36 | 146.26 | 99% |
| 23309 | 2021-09-19 01:42:36 | 141.61 | 99% |
| 12215 | 2019-05-30 19:14:51 | 155.85 | 100% |