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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13941 | 2021-04-19 09:13:30 | 97.40 | 97% |
| 7353 | 2020-08-21 09:47:04 | 102.92 | 98% |
| 916 | 2020-04-28 14:03:32 | 100.09 | 97% |