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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6173 | 2021-04-19 12:29:31 | 104.26 | 98% |
| 5888 | 2021-03-26 12:24:24 | 93.29 | 97% |
| 1008 | 2020-10-30 15:56:11 | 87.71 | 98% |