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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6140 | 2019-05-08 13:35:33 | 66.21 | 97% |
| 5449 | 2018-09-29 15:37:30 | 63.89 | 96% |
| 4379 | 2018-04-18 12:52:23 | 62.10 | 94% |