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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7571 | 2022-12-12 19:58:13 | 126.46 | 98% |
| 6752 | 2020-01-02 07:57:19 | 119.62 | 98% |
| 6252 | 2019-01-29 13:55:06 | 93.06 | 95% |