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 |
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3157 | 2019-08-06 19:52:55 | 84.27 | 97% |
2332 | 2019-07-25 14:16:03 | 83.23 | 97% |