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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3772 | 2021-05-30 01:51:09 | 71.71 | 97% |
| 2241 | 2021-03-07 23:42:41 | 71.89 | 98% |
| 1499 | 2021-02-12 03:33:03 | 64.40 | 97% |
| 1400 | 2021-02-07 02:28:25 | 68.96 | 98% |