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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9788 | 2022-03-01 12:02:25 | 70.53 | 97% |
| 7196 | 2020-11-08 13:32:21 | 72.98 | 96% |
| 2643 | 2020-02-26 14:52:04 | 55.67 | 95% |