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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6263 | 2023-07-13 11:52:50 | 111.91 | 99% |
| 5750 | 2023-04-30 04:29:50 | 93.58 | 97% |
| 5006 | 2022-04-19 18:23:56 | 88.11 | 98% |
| 4196 | 2022-02-26 13:45:50 | 107.18 | 99% |