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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13318 | 2022-04-05 23:12:10 | 96.32 | 99% |
| 6759 | 2018-10-06 11:11:09 | 78.77 | 96% |
| 4355 | 2018-07-15 15:20:16 | 84.25 | 98% |
| 1475 | 2018-01-01 13:37:12 | 60.53 | 96% |