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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3640 | 2022-10-20 17:21:17 | 71.32 | 98% |
| 1335 | 2019-12-08 02:25:08 | 69.55 | 96% |
| 1319 | 2019-12-04 16:02:29 | 60.27 | 97% |
| 961 | 2019-11-04 04:20:29 | 71.52 | 97% |
| 32 | 2018-12-02 01:26:27 | 57.66 | 96% |