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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15039 | 2025-05-12 21:30:19 | 75.08 | 96.9% |
| 13087 | 2025-04-19 17:55:32 | 78.94 | 96.6% |
| 1527 | 2024-10-04 10:01:17 | 72.65 | 97% |