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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5972 | 2024-07-13 09:15:42 | 98.37 | 97.9% |
| 4024 | 2022-10-17 16:32:35 | 98.00 | 97% |
| 3042 | 2022-05-24 07:02:53 | 92.27 | 98% |