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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13373 | 2022-06-25 16:45:39 | 98.61 | 97% |
| 8889 | 2021-10-04 12:24:20 | 82.62 | 95% |
| 8442 | 2021-09-15 14:24:22 | 88.16 | 97% |
| 7272 | 2021-08-04 13:24:26 | 84.18 | 96% |
| 5372 | 2021-05-25 18:31:46 | 78.41 | 95% |
| 1788 | 2020-12-02 09:16:09 | 78.77 | 96% |