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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5700 | 2021-04-08 03:40:01 | 96.20 | 98% |
| 5048 | 2021-01-04 15:40:39 | 101.88 | 99% |
| 2385 | 2019-11-17 04:10:37 | 82.38 | 97% |