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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2585 | 2021-06-25 12:53:10 | 63.24 | 95% |
| 2059 | 2020-05-27 13:59:16 | 70.04 | 96% |
| 1707 | 2020-04-25 17:11:36 | 65.58 | 97% |
| 723 | 2019-05-24 09:59:53 | 52.17 | 97% |