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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6594 | 2018-11-30 18:05:18 | 77.10 | 99% |
| 3220 | 2018-08-10 23:43:51 | 66.50 | 98% |
| 584 | 2018-07-13 02:38:58 | 54.74 | 96% |