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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4021 | 2021-05-17 18:16:24 | 76.85 | 96% |
| 3327 | 2021-04-25 17:25:06 | 78.73 | 97% |
| 435 | 2021-02-08 20:18:55 | 64.01 | 95% |