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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7395 | 2020-11-15 14:43:59 | 74.81 | 97% |
| 4934 | 2020-04-09 04:11:10 | 64.27 | 93% |
| 1690 | 2019-09-17 15:19:14 | 56.97 | 95% |