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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9953 | 2023-04-17 18:48:49 | 94.96 | 97% |
| 8812 | 2021-11-25 18:55:08 | 103.59 | 99% |
| 7322 | 2021-05-21 09:23:53 | 72.87 | 93% |
| 6103 | 2021-03-30 13:20:57 | 80.04 | 95% |
| 4606 | 2021-02-24 17:16:00 | 75.95 | 94% |