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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4780 | 2021-07-06 04:36:01 | 72.69 | 97% |
| 3981 | 2021-02-11 02:15:28 | 71.87 | 97.4% |
| 3600 | 2021-01-03 05:19:58 | 66.79 | 97% |