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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5180 | 2022-06-01 07:21:26 | 65.08 | 99% |
| 3527 | 2021-06-30 06:10:14 | 56.17 | 98% |
| 1703 | 2018-04-13 10:19:25 | 51.02 | 97% |
| 962 | 2017-10-11 05:35:25 | 50.71 | 97% |