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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4466 | 2018-01-29 09:14:19 | 151.80 | 98% |
| 2667 | 2018-01-09 00:49:41 | 147.16 | 97% |
| 1693 | 2017-12-29 03:07:01 | 160.15 | 98% |