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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3862 | 2019-06-16 16:35:12 | 108.93 | 99% |
| 2060 | 2019-01-31 18:13:58 | 83.64 | 97% |
| 41 | 2018-10-29 00:56:52 | 54.86 | 95% |