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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8868 | 2022-03-03 13:22:04 | 86.80 | 100% |
| 6776 | 2019-06-28 13:54:24 | 84.97 | 99% |
| 1387 | 2018-07-06 13:30:27 | 80.65 | 98% |
| 569 | 2018-06-20 22:03:30 | 82.15 | 99% |