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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8461 | 2023-01-22 07:40:54 | 80.95 | 98% |
| 5950 | 2022-03-23 21:45:00 | 74.18 | 97% |
| 5566 | 2022-01-29 21:02:12 | 77.19 | 97% |
| 3439 | 2021-10-19 10:02:24 | 78.97 | 99% |