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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27486 | 2022-09-06 04:48:17 | 83.92 | 97% |
| 10696 | 2018-03-07 04:02:07 | 88.96 | 99% |
| 9516 | 2017-11-30 04:15:09 | 76.32 | 96% |
| 8410 | 2017-10-22 15:38:21 | 72.37 | 96% |
| 6566 | 2017-09-22 00:50:45 | 77.81 | 97% |