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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11051 | 2021-06-12 07:02:46 | 67.42 | 97% |
| 10529 | 2021-04-23 14:21:12 | 63.78 | 96% |
| 6045 | 2020-10-18 08:17:40 | 61.00 | 96% |