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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5426 | 2019-10-19 11:02:58 | 87.34 | 95% |
| 5382 | 2019-10-18 16:33:40 | 95.73 | 98% |
| 3755 | 2019-01-03 12:04:45 | 81.27 | 97% |