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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8669 | 2022-10-19 22:07:24 | 110.41 | 99% |
| 2835 | 2022-02-17 04:57:04 | 90.88 | 97% |
| 1015 | 2022-01-27 07:15:20 | 79.87 | 97% |