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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1937 | 2022-12-11 06:03:54 | 71.09 | 95% |
| 1901 | 2022-12-09 15:49:08 | 69.93 | 97% |
| 1663 | 2022-12-06 10:45:57 | 59.93 | 95% |