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 |
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| 4578 | 2025-04-27 13:03:36 | 107.29 | 97.9% |
| 2824 | 2024-09-29 19:50:07 | 89.09 | 96.8% |