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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1170 | 2024-08-21 20:21:03 | 110.63 | 98.2% |
| 268 | 2022-04-20 21:51:07 | 100.19 | 98% |
| 250 | 2022-04-15 19:10:02 | 103.08 | 99% |