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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 925 | 2021-02-24 16:41:46 | 59.91 | 96.1% |
| 393 | 2021-01-05 10:27:19 | 55.98 | 97% |
| 306 | 2021-01-04 06:59:31 | 54.84 | 96% |