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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4503 | 2021-08-22 19:16:54 | 88.23 | 96% |
| 1471 | 2020-05-07 03:59:45 | 79.59 | 97% |
| 822 | 2020-04-19 20:33:39 | 75.18 | 96% |
| 567 | 2020-04-10 19:09:55 | 76.95 | 97% |