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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15469 | 2020-08-12 23:47:00 | 81.48 | 97% |
| 9116 | 2020-02-21 00:44:02 | 86.81 | 98% |
| 7199 | 2020-02-01 11:34:47 | 71.33 | 97% |
| 5398 | 2020-01-11 19:39:00 | 71.19 | 95% |