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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9924 | 2019-02-16 18:01:14 | 66.23 | 100% |
| 9893 | 2019-02-13 23:19:04 | 76.32 | 100% |
| 5295 | 2018-02-13 23:48:28 | 63.69 | 100% |