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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 500 | 2021-12-03 16:38:08 | 107.33 | 97% |
| 210 | 2020-11-02 23:26:29 | 112.29 | 99% |