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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3784 | 2021-12-12 10:38:30 | 75.27 | 98% |
| 2059 | 2021-11-02 11:21:27 | 57.89 | 97% |
| 957 | 2021-10-22 04:05:18 | 54.53 | 95% |