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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8565 | 2023-12-28 14:51:58 | 99.51 | 97.2% |
| 5134 | 2020-10-10 07:16:11 | 115.56 | 99% |
| 4738 | 2020-09-05 14:19:28 | 96.37 | 96% |