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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1804 | 2020-02-23 17:59:29 | 73.94 | 95% |
| 1668 | 2020-02-12 18:35:58 | 72.72 | 94% |