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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26557 | 2023-08-08 03:18:35 | 183.49 | 99% |
| 24723 | 2023-01-14 21:02:35 | 195.92 | 98% |
| 13043 | 2021-03-11 18:52:46 | 206.01 | 99% |