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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2312 | 2019-06-04 06:53:46 | 70.62 | 96% |
| 2158 | 2019-05-22 10:58:37 | 64.24 | 96% |
| 801 | 2018-02-07 18:44:59 | 62.67 | 96% |