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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2975 | 2021-02-08 06:12:57 | 125.20 | 97.3% |
| 1593 | 2021-01-21 02:13:02 | 142.56 | 99% |
| 567 | 2020-10-19 02:56:20 | 140.36 | 99% |