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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5186 | 2021-08-23 00:02:38 | 82.81 | 98% |
| 3046 | 2021-04-28 04:41:37 | 61.30 | 94% |
| 2819 | 2021-04-06 05:35:02 | 67.80 | 97% |
| 652 | 2019-12-29 19:28:16 | 53.09 | 96% |