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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8692 | 2023-01-10 08:55:30 | 93.68 | 98% |
| 8350 | 2022-01-09 06:31:32 | 81.61 | 95% |
| 6796 | 2020-11-20 00:17:06 | 81.64 | 97% |
| 300 | 2020-03-27 21:42:18 | 59.02 | 94% |
| 89 | 2020-03-20 20:07:25 | 66.96 | 96% |