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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3182 | 2021-11-25 15:23:20 | 58.03 | 93% |
| 3085 | 2021-07-14 08:20:47 | 60.05 | 95% |
| 834 | 2020-05-11 08:16:22 | 49.46 | 94% |