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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9620 | 2022-05-15 03:54:16 | 76.78 | 98% |
| 9561 | 2022-05-11 05:11:45 | 78.84 | 97% |
| 6421 | 2021-05-07 06:05:12 | 82.96 | 97% |