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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8824 | 2023-06-03 15:40:42 | 79.74 | 98% |
| 4842 | 2022-08-15 14:20:37 | 63.83 | 99% |
| 1119 | 2021-05-15 04:42:10 | 57.59 | 98% |