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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1555 | 2025-01-20 20:22:40 | 103.50 | 97.2% |
| 945 | 2024-03-31 00:48:11 | 96.70 | 97.7% |
| 542 | 2022-11-12 04:31:15 | 79.11 | 95% |