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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1024 | 2019-06-05 05:44:32 | 100.01 | 98% |
| 337 | 2019-04-11 00:23:10 | 97.89 | 98% |
| 29 | 2019-03-09 03:48:20 | 91.80 | 97% |