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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8330 | 2024-02-14 13:05:19 | 98.52 | 96% |
| 6488 | 2022-08-19 14:47:59 | 110.35 | 97% |
| 1402 | 2021-02-16 05:06:20 | 81.09 | 96% |