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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8970 | 2022-10-26 18:47:41 | 62.22 | 98% |
| 8521 | 2022-09-28 06:47:02 | 70.77 | 99% |
| 7588 | 2022-06-22 09:27:00 | 63.05 | 98% |
| 1984 | 2019-11-05 13:56:05 | 57.56 | 98% |