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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2530 | 2022-06-26 11:27:50 | 92.12 | 96% |
| 2420 | 2022-06-19 11:51:55 | 94.56 | 96% |
| 2060 | 2022-05-02 11:04:49 | 79.78 | 95% |
| 203 | 2022-01-01 17:53:41 | 82.03 | 95% |