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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6176 | 2024-07-25 16:39:39 | 92.07 | 99.5% |
| 5275 | 2024-03-25 03:53:11 | 93.54 | 97.6% |
| 4264 | 2023-08-19 14:15:03 | 84.52 | 97.5% |