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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38488 | 2022-02-13 00:36:26 | 105.14 | 99% |
| 37987 | 2020-12-02 03:42:42 | 101.64 | 98% |
| 35207 | 2018-08-11 03:20:34 | 101.74 | 99% |