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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4435 | 2019-02-04 20:20:23 | 102.40 | 98% |
| 3248 | 2018-10-02 01:53:58 | 114.27 | 97% |
| 1607 | 2018-09-01 03:11:05 | 101.12 | 98% |