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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1926 | 2021-07-08 11:41:26 | 81.03 | 97% |
| 1912 | 2021-07-08 11:24:52 | 75.37 | 96% |
| 1497 | 2021-07-02 09:31:54 | 74.25 | 96% |
| 2 | 2021-06-11 08:56:37 | 70.44 | 96% |