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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3511 | 2019-02-22 17:04:38 | 107.47 | 98% |
| 1173 | 2018-06-15 23:05:53 | 100.89 | 96% |
| 326 | 2017-11-01 19:14:06 | 90.74 | 96% |