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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6141 | 2023-04-03 09:44:38 | 98.85 | 96% |
| 4249 | 2022-12-01 16:32:26 | 80.38 | 95% |
| 4021 | 2022-11-23 09:46:15 | 71.78 | 95% |
| 1994 | 2022-06-17 11:47:55 | 73.40 | 94% |
| 801 | 2021-12-03 13:09:20 | 69.11 | 95% |