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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12104 | 2019-09-11 03:26:01 | 152.13 | 99% |
| 8543 | 2018-09-01 23:02:47 | 143.78 | 98% |
| 8385 | 2018-08-28 06:24:03 | 132.87 | 97% |
| 3471 | 2018-02-02 00:54:11 | 147.48 | 98% |