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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2052 | 2023-09-06 13:01:38 | 57.63 | 96% |
| 1710 | 2023-04-06 11:18:50 | 54.27 | 94% |
| 1194 | 2023-02-18 12:14:19 | 59.47 | 96% |
| 1057 | 2023-02-01 12:29:39 | 49.33 | 94% |
| 1054 | 2023-02-01 12:25:37 | 49.44 | 95% |