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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7269 | 2022-11-07 13:23:36 | 91.30 | 99% |
| 6382 | 2022-02-25 10:55:07 | 95.30 | 99% |
| 5699 | 2021-12-03 12:58:09 | 98.55 | 99% |
| 3628 | 2021-04-22 02:52:09 | 87.02 | 98% |
| 513 | 2018-08-04 15:00:10 | 71.44 | 97% |