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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10788 | 2020-09-17 23:10:02 | 104.89 | 99% |
| 5743 | 2020-04-16 23:32:20 | 88.29 | 96% |
| 1277 | 2020-02-13 04:06:52 | 81.19 | 97% |