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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10517 | 2024-01-09 14:11:27 | 81.91 | 96.3% |
| 8645 | 2022-05-03 12:25:36 | 82.38 | 97% |
| 3417 | 2021-01-26 11:12:56 | 76.18 | 97% |
| 3266 | 2021-01-21 14:22:36 | 77.18 | 96% |