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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5195 | 2022-01-16 11:40:34 | 113.62 | 99% |
| 5136 | 2021-12-26 13:05:02 | 105.34 | 98% |
| 3986 | 2021-01-04 11:35:06 | 101.81 | 98% |