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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10009 | 2021-06-15 04:47:28 | 97.14 | 97% |
| 9216 | 2020-05-22 14:31:48 | 114.25 | 98% |
| 6835 | 2018-04-16 11:02:02 | 114.44 | 99% |