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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2792 | 2022-01-11 07:09:25 | 67.72 | 96% |
| 1187 | 2021-09-07 08:52:32 | 59.90 | 96% |
| 1085 | 2021-08-30 06:37:48 | 61.91 | 94% |