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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3948 | 2023-10-29 13:35:55 | 94.07 | 97.5% |
| 2325 | 2023-10-07 07:44:21 | 90.05 | 97.5% |
| 638 | 2023-09-20 12:19:35 | 81.54 | 97% |