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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6247 | 2021-04-13 11:04:26 | 89.40 | 96% |
5805 | 2021-04-06 09:58:58 | 87.88 | 97% |
1930 | 2021-01-06 08:40:38 | 86.43 | 96% |