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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3822 | 2018-04-05 06:42:52 | 104.97 | 98% |
| 1885 | 2018-01-29 01:29:12 | 86.59 | 97% |
| 928 | 2017-11-16 20:40:36 | 98.73 | 98% |