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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 50055 | 2023-08-23 13:08:49 | 159.04 | 99% |
| 43830 | 2020-03-21 20:38:33 | 154.68 | 98% |
| 40607 | 2019-05-22 12:02:31 | 151.28 | 99% |
| 31193 | 2018-02-18 20:15:49 | 141.89 | 99% |