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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1462 | 2020-08-27 12:53:11 | 77.36 | 98% |
| 1180 | 2020-08-07 03:19:51 | 63.82 | 96% |
| 750 | 2020-07-10 15:04:25 | 56.95 | 95% |