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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5326 | 2025-05-20 19:05:04 | 175.44 | 98% |
| 4446 | 2025-04-24 13:40:17 | 158.54 | 97.1% |
| 578 | 2024-03-22 18:37:25 | 142.15 | 98.7% |