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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4689 | 2022-12-24 11:39:07 | 82.42 | 97% |
| 3772 | 2022-07-03 16:08:07 | 72.09 | 97% |
| 3260 | 2022-06-13 11:01:26 | 73.42 | 94% |
| 1857 | 2022-03-08 19:33:44 | 59.75 | 94% |
| 1200 | 2022-02-25 22:31:32 | 54.85 | 94% |