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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4077 | 2018-09-01 02:51:32 | 140.27 | 98% |
| 3767 | 2018-05-15 23:25:37 | 138.82 | 98% |
| 3354 | 2018-04-05 23:18:47 | 130.01 | 97% |
| 2863 | 2018-03-18 23:31:29 | 132.56 | 99% |