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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7330 | 2024-12-06 18:01:27 | 113.85 | 98.2% |
| 6527 | 2024-05-30 02:08:09 | 132.00 | 98.7% |
| 3420 | 2021-03-04 18:07:56 | 111.10 | 97% |
| 1551 | 2019-10-07 18:46:12 | 113.75 | 98% |