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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5302 | 2023-04-30 14:06:03 | 74.09 | 96% |
| 3743 | 2022-09-02 06:31:36 | 74.66 | 98% |
| 3392 | 2022-07-24 11:15:16 | 72.49 | 96% |
| 2846 | 2022-03-22 07:14:48 | 72.39 | 96% |
| 1989 | 2022-01-05 09:17:49 | 59.92 | 96% |
| 640 | 2021-06-29 14:37:11 | 55.57 | 96% |