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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15560 | 2022-11-25 10:48:09 | 95.33 | 97% |
| 13308 | 2021-12-10 12:09:30 | 81.04 | 96% |
| 5282 | 2020-11-09 15:53:14 | 85.97 | 98% |
| 4542 | 2020-10-01 05:01:45 | 91.54 | 98% |