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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10743 | 2021-04-02 17:15:21 | 73.76 | 98% |
| 7872 | 2020-03-18 17:37:11 | 65.31 | 95% |
| 7765 | 2020-03-17 13:03:56 | 61.33 | 95% |