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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4114 | 2023-09-08 09:19:41 | 71.93 | 96% |
| 2978 | 2023-07-01 06:55:24 | 68.12 | 96% |
| 1330 | 2023-05-16 14:58:37 | 60.58 | 94% |