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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11786 | 2021-10-01 22:10:21 | 126.52 | 98% |
| 7458 | 2020-08-08 21:50:05 | 122.82 | 98% |
| 2398 | 2020-05-25 03:45:14 | 105.32 | 98% |