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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4847 | 2025-03-19 15:21:47 | 84.17 | 96% |
| 4340 | 2025-02-27 17:11:40 | 83.00 | 96% |
| 3789 | 2025-02-06 16:34:15 | 100.62 | 97% |