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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13168 | 2023-06-24 12:58:35 | 44.14 | 94% |
| 10787 | 2022-08-09 13:31:09 | 43.10 | 93% |
| 3365 | 2018-06-08 01:41:43 | 37.38 | 95% |