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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9620 | 2021-10-27 02:30:55 | 85.12 | 97% |
| 7567 | 2021-01-13 21:28:19 | 81.30 | 98% |
| 5120 | 2020-06-15 15:30:25 | 80.60 | 98% |
| 2546 | 2018-09-14 18:57:30 | 79.24 | 99% |