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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4829 | 2022-03-25 18:22:04 | 71.90 | 96% |
| 3917 | 2020-06-05 19:34:27 | 71.20 | 97% |
| 626 | 2020-02-22 14:54:23 | 54.98 | 97% |