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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10448 | 2023-08-18 08:29:36 | 63.31 | 99% |
| 9869 | 2023-07-17 02:15:51 | 60.30 | 98% |
| 6315 | 2022-06-22 04:28:56 | 52.48 | 98% |