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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7559 | 2022-11-07 14:44:07 | 72.21 | 95% |
| 5483 | 2022-08-28 06:33:42 | 83.37 | 97% |
| 4875 | 2021-12-10 23:11:21 | 72.28 | 96% |