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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7264 | 2023-12-18 15:57:42 | 86.44 | 95.8% |
| 4948 | 2023-07-21 05:35:43 | 85.17 | 98% |
| 1532 | 2022-12-29 17:35:39 | 82.65 | 97% |