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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8242 | 2022-08-02 02:48:56 | 90.30 | 98% |
| 7580 | 2022-05-31 10:57:54 | 113.05 | 98% |
| 4553 | 2020-06-20 06:07:59 | 93.99 | 98% |
| 4089 | 2019-10-25 02:42:39 | 55.15 | 96% |