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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5028 | 2023-08-27 17:56:22 | 85.15 | 95% |
| 1672 | 2023-05-25 15:26:57 | 76.04 | 94% |
| 1536 | 2023-05-24 12:24:54 | 69.17 | 94% |