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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9852 | 2022-11-11 06:52:47 | 71.90 | 99% |
| 9555 | 2022-08-29 07:18:03 | 76.20 | 99% |
| 7374 | 2018-02-28 18:40:08 | 74.42 | 98% |