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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16374 | 2022-10-28 09:54:42 | 133.90 | 99% |
| 15025 | 2022-09-08 15:23:15 | 131.62 | 98% |
| 12991 | 2022-06-17 13:12:31 | 135.87 | 99% |
| 8481 | 2021-02-12 17:40:09 | 117.49 | 99.2% |