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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| 1118 | 2025-02-08 14:27:15 | 108.12 | 97% |
| 473 | 2021-05-03 15:07:00 | 88.95 | 96% |