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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18846 | 2024-03-20 04:46:11 | 170.78 | 97.5% |
| 16045 | 2020-03-10 19:52:43 | 121.67 | 96% |
| 10696 | 2019-02-18 21:16:51 | 110.81 | 96% |
| 8823 | 2018-10-11 03:00:48 | 141.37 | 97% |
| 4263 | 2018-05-04 00:14:14 | 127.20 | 95% |