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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20433 | 2024-07-12 18:25:40 | 106.43 | 98.7% |
| 15154 | 2022-03-15 22:39:05 | 105.44 | 99% |
| 10529 | 2020-12-12 01:00:46 | 119.13 | 98% |
| 4181 | 2019-11-11 17:42:00 | 95.70 | 99% |
| 4002 | 2019-11-08 16:33:54 | 99.61 | 99% |
| 649 | 2019-09-01 22:56:20 | 84.10 | 97% |