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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7886 | 2022-01-06 05:18:55 | 80.38 | 97% |
| 7740 | 2021-12-27 06:38:56 | 69.11 | 95% |
| 5760 | 2021-03-16 20:00:51 | 72.45 | 97% |