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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4048 | 2017-09-05 16:16:02 | 132.09 | 98% |
| 3971 | 2017-08-29 00:46:44 | 143.73 | 98% |
| 3961 | 2017-08-29 00:14:56 | 162.82 | 99% |