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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8240 | 2022-09-07 18:29:40 | 90.36 | 97% |
| 8109 | 2022-09-02 14:21:47 | 93.18 | 98% |
| 4096 | 2022-03-28 18:52:24 | 83.10 | 97% |
| 2540 | 2019-02-09 05:09:56 | 69.96 | 95% |