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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 779 | 2017-11-02 19:24:01 | 97.02 | 98% |
| 652 | 2017-10-06 18:01:34 | 96.24 | 98% |
| 467 | 2017-09-20 17:39:41 | 103.56 | 99% |