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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8319 | 2022-05-12 13:18:56 | 108.25 | 98% |
| 7601 | 2022-03-16 07:59:23 | 107.49 | 98% |
| 6363 | 2021-12-12 01:47:24 | 91.12 | 96% |
| 4462 | 2021-10-26 00:51:04 | 88.46 | 95% |