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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5122 | 2020-06-17 07:41:34 | 76.12 | 98% |
| 4535 | 2019-09-30 19:35:34 | 79.48 | 98% |
| 3238 | 2019-01-30 08:36:31 | 81.30 | 99% |