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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2979 | 2022-07-30 17:23:47 | 78.47 | 96% |
| 2078 | 2022-06-23 16:17:21 | 71.44 | 95% |
| 1073 | 2022-04-07 18:28:53 | 57.33 | 95% |