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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3825 | 2023-03-20 11:26:14 | 75.14 | 98% |
| 1833 | 2021-10-30 06:00:13 | 69.46 | 99% |
| 1808 | 2021-10-24 06:43:10 | 64.69 | 98% |