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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11391 | 2022-01-29 14:03:30 | 110.47 | 98% |
| 10032 | 2021-03-29 20:05:44 | 106.67 | 98% |
| 9799 | 2021-03-18 05:46:14 | 99.77 | 95% |
| 6854 | 2021-01-17 19:07:17 | 98.80 | 96% |