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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2025 | 2021-08-04 22:11:09 | 71.30 | 96% |
| 1841 | 2021-07-30 23:33:32 | 65.75 | 94% |
| 378 | 2021-03-24 07:43:07 | 61.94 | 96% |