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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9752 | 2025-06-03 18:59:51 | 163.15 | 98.4% |
| 5575 | 2025-03-29 16:36:35 | 151.14 | 98.4% |
| 3936 | 2022-11-21 06:29:31 | 134.77 | 97% |
| 3753 | 2019-11-13 01:51:04 | 160.87 | 99% |
| 132 | 2018-08-18 19:13:43 | 131.09 | 98% |