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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1606 | 2019-12-12 09:49:40 | 66.36 | 97% |
| 1289 | 2019-11-24 16:14:01 | 63.66 | 97% |
| 264 | 2019-09-05 23:28:56 | 53.41 | 98% |