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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10624 | 2020-02-24 18:10:22 | 78.36 | 96% |
| 8736 | 2019-12-30 12:35:41 | 74.26 | 97% |
| 7096 | 2019-11-14 00:20:58 | 71.45 | 96% |
| 499 | 2019-04-03 17:54:14 | 69.21 | 96% |