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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8858 | 2022-09-03 23:26:11 | 85.89 | 98% |
| 7891 | 2022-08-05 11:51:35 | 82.82 | 98% |
| 4730 | 2021-12-27 12:47:53 | 75.45 | 97% |
| 2571 | 2021-03-22 18:16:26 | 70.26 | 97% |