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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5835 | 2023-09-30 18:26:05 | 99.45 | 96.6% |
| 4096 | 2022-12-19 23:22:51 | 94.23 | 96% |
| 2357 | 2019-10-24 12:56:21 | 90.64 | 97% |