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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2057 | 2024-04-10 02:24:06 | 170.73 | 98.5% |
| 1293 | 2022-10-17 23:33:29 | 155.90 | 99% |
| 1216 | 2022-10-15 18:07:46 | 126.89 | 96% |