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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21140 | 2023-10-18 21:16:02 | 145.68 | 98.4% |
| 20084 | 2023-10-02 21:24:00 | 135.02 | 98.2% |
| 15495 | 2018-04-23 21:20:27 | 131.24 | 98% |
| 15428 | 2018-04-05 18:11:24 | 140.64 | 99% |