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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1945 | 2023-12-31 09:08:28 | 84.78 | 97.9% |
| 1130 | 2023-02-27 05:49:21 | 71.24 | 96% |
| 895 | 2023-02-12 16:39:52 | 71.82 | 97% |