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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1424 | 2022-01-12 03:12:19 | 95.81 | 97% |
| 1045 | 2021-12-30 02:58:02 | 93.76 | 99% |
| 970 | 2021-12-27 17:15:46 | 90.21 | 99% |
| 799 | 2021-04-29 16:20:08 | 65.57 | 96% |