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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6331 | 2018-07-12 20:53:54 | 117.84 | 98% |
| 2669 | 2018-02-24 21:02:47 | 109.43 | 98% |
| 2653 | 2018-02-24 03:58:04 | 117.96 | 99% |
| 2337 | 2018-02-17 02:50:49 | 103.41 | 98% |