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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11192 | 2021-05-23 13:41:53 | 180.77 | 99% |
| 4993 | 2020-09-27 13:11:04 | 184.90 | 99% |
| 2805 | 2020-01-09 10:33:24 | 153.33 | 99% |