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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19612 | 2019-05-20 16:21:30 | 94.73 | 98% |
| 18905 | 2019-05-02 18:20:15 | 107.79 | 98% |
| 16658 | 2018-12-02 11:51:28 | 103.27 | 98% |
| 9767 | 2018-05-22 14:50:47 | 96.97 | 98% |