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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2236 | 2023-04-25 07:49:57 | 72.66 | 97% |
| 1978 | 2023-03-13 04:58:26 | 84.05 | 98% |
| 1724 | 2023-02-06 05:06:37 | 81.54 | 98% |
| 1403 | 2022-12-16 05:28:20 | 80.38 | 98% |