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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5801 | 2022-08-20 16:29:29 | 85.01 | 96% |
| 4980 | 2022-03-04 12:23:54 | 84.55 | 99% |
| 4382 | 2021-11-01 21:41:13 | 76.82 | 93% |