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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2611 | 2020-09-21 17:50:50 | 62.33 | 96% |
| 2061 | 2020-08-15 17:23:11 | 46.83 | 94% |
| 1474 | 2020-05-30 18:20:13 | 55.06 | 95% |
| 927 | 2020-04-28 19:01:50 | 49.82 | 97% |