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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| 9073 | 2025-05-26 14:11:35 | 89.64 | 96% |
| 5769 | 2021-01-01 22:12:43 | 78.28 | 96% |
| 2637 | 2020-07-29 13:59:45 | 64.84 | 94% |