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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5609 | 2022-01-30 16:12:47 | 66.67 | 98% |
| 3506 | 2021-03-31 15:29:27 | 58.62 | 97% |
| 109 | 2021-01-12 19:44:41 | 41.65 | 96% |