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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2460 | 2022-01-26 16:08:18 | 91.42 | 99% |
| 1498 | 2021-09-13 12:07:18 | 81.23 | 99% |
| 1169 | 2021-08-27 15:49:48 | 77.98 | 97% |