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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2911 | 2018-04-27 14:51:51 | 84.44 | 98% |
| 2719 | 2018-04-11 12:24:21 | 66.07 | 98% |
| 785 | 2017-09-20 18:48:42 | 67.22 | 97% |