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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9097 | 2021-01-15 06:11:19 | 97.72 | 97% |
4925 | 2019-06-08 00:58:02 | 86.36 | 95% |