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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4383 | 2019-09-18 18:22:08 | 102.05 | 99% |
| 1182 | 2017-12-03 12:30:43 | 79.57 | 97% |
| 983 | 2017-11-28 14:13:42 | 77.23 | 96% |