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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9430 | 2019-11-19 16:38:47 | 117.39 | 98% |
| 5273 | 2019-01-30 16:40:31 | 117.37 | 99% |
| 4302 | 2018-12-12 15:31:05 | 113.37 | 98% |