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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3843 | 2021-05-15 14:38:57 | 131.31 | 98% |
| 2617 | 2021-03-20 19:08:02 | 125.82 | 99% |
| 1652 | 2020-07-12 18:12:06 | 128.18 | 99% |