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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7324 | 2022-08-08 13:22:13 | 114.91 | 98% |
| 6627 | 2022-06-19 18:46:50 | 104.48 | 96% |
| 3296 | 2019-03-21 20:50:30 | 93.30 | 97% |