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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2755 | 2020-06-14 04:46:54 | 98.05 | 97% |
| 742 | 2020-04-18 12:56:56 | 84.13 | 97% |
| 358 | 2020-04-15 13:06:10 | 85.79 | 97% |