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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10723 | 2025-07-01 10:05:18 | 94.27 | 98% |
| 7775 | 2023-10-20 19:56:16 | 91.09 | 96.2% |
| 7440 | 2023-09-26 08:21:08 | 109.28 | 97.7% |
| 2615 | 2021-10-18 07:26:40 | 87.63 | 98% |
| 2475 | 2021-10-12 08:38:39 | 82.09 | 96% |