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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10763 | 2021-02-12 16:38:06 | 85.21 | 97% |
| 10076 | 2021-01-05 07:20:40 | 87.82 | 98% |
| 2482 | 2019-06-21 17:26:09 | 67.08 | 97% |