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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9916 | 2021-08-28 02:10:57 | 122.31 | 98% |
| 8489 | 2021-07-20 00:53:40 | 98.12 | 96% |
| 6130 | 2021-05-26 02:05:16 | 103.22 | 97% |
| 3985 | 2021-04-29 21:54:13 | 89.26 | 96% |
| 783 | 2021-03-15 23:22:49 | 83.23 | 96% |