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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4569 | 2023-08-09 10:26:14 | 104.44 | 97.4% |
| 3976 | 2020-08-03 08:18:42 | 83.28 | 98% |
| 2296 | 2019-01-21 03:29:18 | 82.75 | 98% |
| 2205 | 2019-01-13 11:32:25 | 68.99 | 96% |