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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2184 | 2022-01-29 22:22:45 | 70.01 | 97% |
| 909 | 2021-02-08 13:49:32 | 50.71 | 94% |
| 862 | 2021-02-08 11:18:21 | 45.40 | 93.6% |