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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7356 | 2021-09-27 16:22:57 | 143.97 | 98% |
| 7250 | 2021-08-10 22:31:48 | 155.28 | 98% |
| 5690 | 2020-03-21 20:38:36 | 142.56 | 97% |