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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4055 | 2018-02-24 23:40:03 | 136.99 | 98% |
| 2294 | 2018-01-28 22:57:38 | 116.74 | 99% |
| 175 | 2018-01-15 20:55:30 | 113.02 | 97% |