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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26614 | 2022-04-09 04:15:09 | 49.36 | 96% |
| 20844 | 2021-10-30 16:21:12 | 53.44 | 98% |
| 17934 | 2021-06-26 22:41:55 | 41.40 | 97% |
| 14354 | 2021-04-04 13:46:11 | 49.38 | 97% |