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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18827 | 2020-01-21 10:55:18 | 88.22 | 98% |
| 14801 | 2018-12-20 05:50:59 | 81.75 | 99% |
| 13240 | 2018-09-05 09:38:16 | 83.36 | 98% |
| 4369 | 2017-08-29 07:40:42 | 69.41 | 97% |