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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6269 | 2021-06-07 10:25:33 | 65.70 | 99% |
| 5838 | 2021-04-05 13:32:18 | 68.16 | 100% |
| 5495 | 2021-02-03 11:13:01 | 68.50 | 98.9% |