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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2762 | 2021-11-27 12:00:48 | 112.14 | 99% |
| 2655 | 2021-10-07 08:06:38 | 95.03 | 99% |
| 2125 | 2021-03-04 18:08:03 | 93.85 | 98% |
| 1188 | 2021-01-12 20:06:55 | 85.18 | 97% |
| 523 | 2020-10-12 13:42:33 | 85.46 | 98% |