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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1796 | 2021-03-21 16:02:54 | 78.13 | 97% |
325 | 2021-01-30 09:37:02 | 74.94 | 96.9% |