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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3352 | 2022-12-16 05:49:14 | 96.55 | 97% |
| 1499 | 2022-05-08 06:17:04 | 106.13 | 98% |
| 1034 | 2021-12-31 02:51:51 | 98.20 | 97% |