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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 777 | 2018-06-01 16:51:01 | 74.32 | 95% |
| 762 | 2018-05-31 17:25:15 | 66.15 | 94% |
| 604 | 2018-05-29 15:20:35 | 67.11 | 96% |