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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7115 | 2018-08-07 06:58:44 | 85.75 | 97% |
| 5566 | 2018-06-09 23:57:11 | 94.02 | 98% |
| 4123 | 2018-05-19 01:14:36 | 82.68 | 97% |
| 2017 | 2017-12-17 21:28:44 | 91.15 | 98% |