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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22485 | 2021-11-24 07:25:40 | 61.65 | 98% |
| 14464 | 2021-03-01 18:35:05 | 62.57 | 96% |
| 12017 | 2021-01-23 17:55:24 | 57.04 | 97% |
| 9241 | 2018-02-13 04:41:33 | 53.01 | 96% |
| 9102 | 2018-02-11 03:33:41 | 57.12 | 97% |