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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10892 | 2022-12-09 03:43:31 | 112.49 | 98% |
| 10862 | 2022-12-02 10:50:58 | 122.74 | 99% |
| 8937 | 2021-08-17 04:37:18 | 119.19 | 98% |