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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2212 | 2022-01-20 23:20:17 | 58.92 | 95% |
| 707 | 2021-12-29 23:41:07 | 51.36 | 96% |
| 108 | 2021-12-14 18:36:27 | 50.44 | 96% |