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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3791 | 2019-04-13 18:13:41 | 115.47 | 97% |
| 3623 | 2019-04-07 12:10:01 | 111.30 | 97% |
| 2763 | 2019-03-20 08:55:29 | 109.40 | 97% |