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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3587 | 2022-10-19 21:52:09 | 87.80 | 96% |
| 1123 | 2021-04-02 15:21:49 | 86.38 | 97% |
| 67 | 2020-03-30 21:42:06 | 55.18 | 94% |