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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7177 | 2021-05-08 00:41:05 | 96.94 | 96% |
| 6166 | 2020-07-18 23:09:38 | 96.57 | 96% |
| 45 | 2020-02-25 00:26:03 | 76.07 | 96% |