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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6325 | 2020-07-12 18:12:10 | 113.89 | 98% |
| 4617 | 2019-12-06 14:30:02 | 125.34 | 98% |
| 4369 | 2019-11-29 05:16:47 | 98.24 | 95% |
| 4094 | 2019-11-03 20:07:52 | 115.53 | 97% |