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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4739 | 2022-01-25 19:49:42 | 115.22 | 98% |
| 4679 | 2022-01-23 06:12:37 | 103.43 | 97% |
| 3202 | 2021-12-16 21:59:31 | 120.46 | 98% |