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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4954 | 2021-03-26 05:24:57 | 88.16 | 98% |
| 4891 | 2021-03-24 05:07:59 | 95.93 | 98% |
| 3369 | 2021-01-11 04:18:21 | 104.36 | 99% |
| 2202 | 2020-03-06 05:35:13 | 93.01 | 99% |