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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29021 | 2022-10-12 19:11:19 | 140.24 | 97% |
| 27116 | 2021-12-19 04:40:14 | 140.37 | 98% |
| 24452 | 2020-06-06 02:25:57 | 136.39 | 97% |
| 20465 | 2019-01-16 04:22:06 | 126.18 | 98% |
| 19727 | 2018-11-08 22:57:33 | 119.26 | 97% |