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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4600 | 2021-09-16 10:26:31 | 108.16 | 97% |
| 4132 | 2021-06-28 15:37:42 | 115.55 | 98% |
| 3054 | 2021-01-18 10:04:50 | 99.98 | 98% |
| 2123 | 2020-10-26 00:57:52 | 88.73 | 96% |