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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10007 | 2021-06-15 06:41:48 | 77.04 | 95% |
| 8661 | 2021-04-22 16:33:45 | 90.49 | 97% |
| 7047 | 2021-02-16 16:02:09 | 91.54 | 97.5% |
| 6296 | 2021-01-09 07:11:51 | 95.91 | 98% |
| 6211 | 2021-01-08 07:22:38 | 95.61 | 97% |