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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12895 | 2023-04-26 04:32:30 | 119.67 | 98% |
| 11756 | 2023-04-04 21:06:35 | 115.71 | 98% |
| 10563 | 2023-02-10 02:04:45 | 112.67 | 97% |
| 10121 | 2023-02-03 02:34:04 | 114.04 | 98% |