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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13304 | 2024-04-03 19:15:51 | 79.73 | 97% |
| 9223 | 2023-10-30 15:50:54 | 83.76 | 97.4% |
| 8386 | 2023-10-12 19:31:16 | 71.74 | 96% |
| 4496 | 2023-08-26 13:53:50 | 63.60 | 96% |