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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12597 | 2023-03-31 01:13:04 | 97.21 | 97% |
| 11668 | 2022-05-04 18:00:39 | 97.77 | 97% |
| 11627 | 2022-04-28 18:18:12 | 103.75 | 98% |
| 10503 | 2021-04-04 00:28:35 | 99.14 | 98% |
| 9415 | 2020-12-14 19:47:11 | 99.46 | 98% |
| 6501 | 2019-08-19 16:22:21 | 90.77 | 98% |