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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17940 | 2022-01-11 12:21:29 | 114.07 | 99% |
| 17797 | 2022-01-01 23:11:41 | 98.04 | 98% |
| 8607 | 2021-07-07 07:55:34 | 113.48 | 98% |
| 8558 | 2021-07-06 11:41:13 | 107.48 | 99% |