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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2215 | 2023-11-03 04:47:19 | 108.94 | 95.8% |
| 1288 | 2020-08-25 05:07:34 | 113.26 | 96% |
| 1210 | 2020-08-22 20:32:49 | 128.11 | 98% |