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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13498 | 2024-02-05 20:37:54 | 95.81 | 97% |
| 9874 | 2023-04-23 18:03:00 | 101.97 | 97% |
| 1023 | 2020-01-18 18:28:23 | 90.84 | 98% |