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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12960 | 2022-03-15 04:02:17 | 64.61 | 98% |
| 11219 | 2021-05-29 10:43:26 | 48.95 | 97% |
| 9857 | 2017-10-06 16:14:55 | 67.92 | 98% |