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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17276 | 2023-05-11 10:43:02 | 83.94 | 98% |
| 16394 | 2023-04-08 07:38:08 | 74.12 | 96% |
| 10044 | 2022-12-12 09:30:19 | 82.05 | 98% |
| 2006 | 2022-10-02 05:05:44 | 59.02 | 96% |
| 5 | 2022-09-15 06:45:10 | 48.71 | 96% |