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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5851 | 2025-02-04 19:38:21 | 81.95 | 98.2% |
| 1842 | 2021-03-17 17:49:16 | 73.04 | 97% |
| 363 | 2021-02-28 18:49:41 | 69.08 | 98.2% |