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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16561 | 2021-11-15 01:31:37 | 84.54 | 99% |
| 15752 | 2021-06-29 11:15:25 | 80.66 | 99% |
| 2342 | 2018-07-18 22:37:30 | 53.83 | 98% |