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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3629 | 2023-04-08 07:37:58 | 90.20 | 97% |
| 1703 | 2021-10-15 05:49:01 | 71.39 | 96% |
| 804 | 2021-01-02 16:42:58 | 71.19 | 97% |