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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4312 | 2022-11-05 15:02:27 | 117.37 | 99% |
| 3422 | 2021-07-14 14:38:08 | 95.13 | 98% |
| 2138 | 2021-05-28 12:37:37 | 93.85 | 98% |
| 515 | 2020-09-01 14:21:39 | 82.84 | 100% |