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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1826 | 2023-03-17 00:28:06 | 46.20 | 95% |
| 1333 | 2023-02-01 05:45:11 | 45.37 | 97% |
| 1265 | 2023-01-17 06:15:07 | 43.53 | 96% |
| 565 | 2022-11-29 23:45:33 | 35.42 | 93% |