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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4689 | 2023-09-02 05:04:26 | 81.95 | 96.8% |
| 4472 | 2023-04-11 18:40:43 | 86.07 | 98% |
| 3375 | 2022-04-02 19:55:25 | 75.14 | 96% |