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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6538 | 2023-04-25 15:48:21 | 80.82 | 98% |
| 5764 | 2023-03-01 16:39:47 | 80.73 | 98% |
| 3967 | 2022-12-03 13:58:09 | 75.18 | 98% |