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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5874 | 2024-09-13 14:48:56 | 95.52 | 97.7% |
| 5821 | 2024-02-25 16:12:08 | 87.94 | 95.3% |
| 4221 | 2021-01-22 16:00:30 | 83.38 | 95% |
| 3858 | 2020-10-22 08:15:09 | 86.39 | 97% |