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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3011 | 2021-11-10 05:16:43 | 72.49 | 97% |
| 2175 | 2021-09-27 06:28:30 | 64.82 | 95% |
| 162 | 2021-02-09 05:25:49 | 53.70 | 97% |