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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16872 | 2021-03-19 16:39:28 | 67.79 | 98% |
| 15987 | 2021-02-10 01:39:38 | 75.66 | 99% |
| 15559 | 2021-01-29 01:05:06 | 47.87 | 97.2% |
| 12101 | 2020-10-01 23:46:30 | 71.36 | 97% |
| 11129 | 2020-09-05 00:39:07 | 60.40 | 96% |