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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4234 | 2023-01-28 10:10:53 | 91.01 | 98% |
| 2966 | 2022-11-24 05:35:56 | 80.30 | 97% |
| 1585 | 2022-11-09 12:16:18 | 76.72 | 98% |
| 479 | 2022-10-10 07:34:11 | 58.49 | 97% |