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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3637 | 2021-10-08 23:51:30 | 95.57 | 97% |
| 2827 | 2019-12-16 03:54:36 | 81.48 | 96% |
| 1580 | 2018-11-24 00:35:56 | 78.22 | 96% |
| 975 | 2018-06-09 20:57:46 | 71.27 | 95% |