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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7024 | 2021-12-30 02:58:15 | 73.07 | 97% |
| 5519 | 2021-11-09 12:00:05 | 71.18 | 98% |
| 3784 | 2021-09-17 07:43:33 | 79.21 | 99% |
| 1552 | 2021-08-18 03:40:32 | 62.92 | 96% |