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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 784 | 2022-03-07 12:29:12 | 87.67 | 99% |
| 685 | 2022-03-06 06:42:21 | 89.67 | 99% |
| 562 | 2022-02-23 10:18:36 | 83.12 | 98% |