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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9066 | 2022-11-03 22:50:17 | 95.07 | 96% |
| 7561 | 2022-06-26 09:47:25 | 124.43 | 98% |
| 7224 | 2022-06-21 12:55:46 | 118.34 | 96% |
| 7027 | 2022-06-18 22:31:20 | 130.71 | 98% |
| 4749 | 2022-05-11 22:45:52 | 106.43 | 96% |