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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1810 | 2022-09-04 10:52:58 | 76.50 | 95% |
| 1294 | 2022-07-11 12:48:48 | 82.95 | 96% |
| 613 | 2022-05-07 09:30:38 | 69.63 | 97% |