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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17379 | 2021-11-29 19:07:27 | 86.46 | 94% |
| 16526 | 2021-11-10 06:52:13 | 85.44 | 96% |
| 11319 | 2020-05-02 15:15:26 | 98.87 | 98% |