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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38861 | 2018-08-07 19:13:05 | 71.09 | 98% |
| 38128 | 2018-06-29 18:25:20 | 75.63 | 98% |
| 31548 | 2017-09-03 19:44:51 | 80.43 | 99% |
| 30575 | 2017-08-27 08:27:33 | 75.88 | 98% |