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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2004 | 2020-06-15 12:40:09 | 68.67 | 97% |
| 710 | 2019-09-23 14:54:38 | 51.50 | 95% |
| 174 | 2019-07-11 18:03:45 | 51.55 | 94% |