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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5573 | 2021-05-12 22:09:02 | 134.66 | 97% |
| 3195 | 2018-07-31 05:48:57 | 155.76 | 98% |
| 1148 | 2018-01-16 02:21:59 | 151.43 | 99% |