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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12871 | 2020-05-05 12:47:07 | 81.73 | 98% |
| 10867 | 2020-03-30 16:14:56 | 93.28 | 98% |
| 10788 | 2020-03-26 05:26:58 | 76.14 | 99% |