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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2252 | 2024-01-05 12:57:30 | 81.58 | 97.8% |
| 2126 | 2023-12-27 17:33:55 | 74.49 | 96.8% |
| 424 | 2023-08-13 08:55:01 | 79.74 | 98.2% |