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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3426 | 2023-12-23 04:55:45 | 114.58 | 97.3% |
| 2194 | 2023-07-17 19:49:56 | 90.70 | 96% |
| 524 | 2022-07-24 22:48:06 | 113.15 | 98% |