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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10094 | 2019-08-08 02:29:08 | 97.19 | 98% |
| 9258 | 2019-05-07 03:10:44 | 95.94 | 98% |
| 2089 | 2017-11-19 12:21:41 | 75.29 | 97% |