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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4293 | 2023-03-18 02:12:26 | 82.10 | 96% |
| 4257 | 2023-03-04 13:56:59 | 86.53 | 97% |
| 3263 | 2021-09-30 14:29:57 | 86.19 | 98% |
| 855 | 2020-10-20 18:37:40 | 56.94 | 96% |