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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4914 | 2022-12-10 12:24:11 | 74.25 | 96% |
| 4040 | 2022-06-06 10:25:42 | 70.95 | 95% |
| 3545 | 2022-03-27 04:43:02 | 76.74 | 95% |
| 2483 | 2021-12-27 16:13:19 | 65.81 | 94% |