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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2477 | 2023-01-25 01:22:43 | 57.65 | 95% |
| 2240 | 2022-08-30 23:57:08 | 70.26 | 98% |
| 2093 | 2022-06-02 00:23:29 | 60.83 | 96% |
| 1311 | 2021-06-15 13:43:28 | 65.37 | 96% |