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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13366 | 2020-10-04 17:27:07 | 136.90 | 98% |
| 6657 | 2019-12-30 11:17:27 | 122.99 | 97% |
| 2420 | 2019-03-05 18:24:23 | 117.31 | 98% |