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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7384 | 2020-12-12 15:40:08 | 121.79 | 98% |
| 6472 | 2020-11-21 17:06:58 | 107.19 | 97% |
| 4515 | 2020-08-29 20:41:19 | 107.20 | 96% |
| 1739 | 2020-03-25 04:09:00 | 105.05 | 98% |