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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6469 | 2022-10-21 16:32:20 | 106.85 | 99% |
| 5905 | 2022-05-28 16:43:18 | 108.76 | 99% |
| 4014 | 2021-04-23 23:15:19 | 107.52 | 99% |
| 3313 | 2021-03-11 03:00:20 | 103.44 | 97% |
| 3018 | 2021-02-20 04:40:31 | 109.23 | 98% |
| 1339 | 2020-12-03 04:23:55 | 103.14 | 99% |