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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 892 | 2024-03-08 01:05:34 | 122.40 | 97.9% |
| 745 | 2024-03-01 14:03:25 | 116.43 | 98.9% |
| 21 | 2022-05-31 03:26:12 | 71.44 | 96% |