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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 753 | 2022-10-17 14:54:40 | 58.30 | 97% |
| 633 | 2022-07-27 12:22:16 | 53.54 | 94% |
| 396 | 2022-07-07 20:46:46 | 46.93 | 97% |