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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2673 | 2023-06-09 20:06:27 | 116.45 | 99% |
| 2654 | 2023-06-06 00:11:11 | 97.20 | 98% |
| 2478 | 2023-01-04 05:12:27 | 104.11 | 99% |
| 860 | 2018-05-13 14:54:16 | 74.39 | 96% |
| 443 | 2018-02-07 22:54:10 | 84.20 | 98% |