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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2086 | 2022-06-09 15:38:20 | 106.30 | 98% |
| 1722 | 2021-08-31 00:02:23 | 119.34 | 99% |
| 1253 | 2021-05-26 02:05:13 | 111.08 | 98% |