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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6786 | 2023-08-17 15:51:53 | 82.82 | 96% |
| 2076 | 2020-09-13 06:59:34 | 86.41 | 97% |
| 164 | 2020-08-10 20:56:27 | 72.73 | 98% |