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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8210 | 2024-03-05 04:47:02 | 101.90 | 96.3% |
| 7254 | 2022-12-31 05:23:45 | 95.40 | 96% |
| 4599 | 2021-12-31 00:09:35 | 81.74 | 96% |