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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4372 | 2023-11-01 22:39:23 | 97.30 | 97.8% |
| 3517 | 2022-10-10 07:03:44 | 100.70 | 99% |
| 2679 | 2021-07-31 14:54:42 | 84.72 | 96% |