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 |
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| 4768 | 2023-08-26 14:32:41 | 88.15 | 98% |
| 2347 | 2019-02-07 18:56:25 | 85.97 | 99% |
| 71 | 2017-09-11 16:33:43 | 65.51 | 98% |