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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5335 | 2020-11-07 18:56:04 | 64.99 | 97% |
| 5135 | 2020-11-04 21:22:20 | 64.61 | 96% |
| 4223 | 2020-10-26 20:54:29 | 67.24 | 98% |
| 4140 | 2020-10-24 22:51:24 | 66.22 | 96% |