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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3420 | 2022-10-13 09:36:25 | 74.06 | 97% |
| 2477 | 2022-01-13 07:07:08 | 76.60 | 96% |
| 2273 | 2021-10-25 15:23:14 | 78.57 | 95% |