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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4899 | 2021-10-16 12:59:24 | 54.15 | 98% |
| 2216 | 2019-06-09 17:35:46 | 76.01 | 98% |
| 1813 | 2019-04-10 20:14:05 | 76.70 | 97% |