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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23568 | 2021-11-03 15:37:22 | 114.26 | 99% |
| 23341 | 2021-10-27 16:34:32 | 108.72 | 98% |
| 19865 | 2021-04-19 15:45:41 | 102.79 | 98% |
| 17780 | 2021-02-10 00:37:25 | 95.90 | 98% |
| 16276 | 2021-01-02 13:13:42 | 94.97 | 99% |
| 989 | 2019-10-14 02:57:41 | 82.26 | 98% |