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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2397 | 2023-10-05 00:39:24 | 113.52 | 98.5% |
| 1371 | 2022-01-03 05:25:45 | 86.07 | 95% |
| 165 | 2021-01-21 01:56:38 | 97.84 | 98% |