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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 631 | 2022-07-12 18:06:57 | 130.26 | 99% |
| 486 | 2022-04-29 19:13:31 | 125.06 | 99% |
| 188 | 2021-02-18 20:32:18 | 123.83 | 98.4% |