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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2964 | 2019-03-12 19:03:34 | 82.32 | 98% |
| 2803 | 2019-02-18 00:52:53 | 80.05 | 98% |
| 1849 | 2019-01-10 22:41:21 | 81.21 | 97% |