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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10871 | 2021-01-14 05:57:51 | 114.32 | 98% |
| 9311 | 2020-11-28 23:16:31 | 128.49 | 98% |
| 7153 | 2020-11-01 09:32:06 | 128.37 | 99% |