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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5970 | 2021-08-23 13:51:22 | 82.06 | 97% |
| 5123 | 2021-07-29 12:36:29 | 60.29 | 97% |
| 3438 | 2021-06-13 11:49:39 | 64.63 | 94% |