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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3420 | 2021-11-27 12:00:51 | 103.41 | 97% |
| 2257 | 2021-04-28 08:27:04 | 83.26 | 97% |
| 1909 | 2021-04-16 17:34:43 | 78.71 | 95% |