Text race history for 🌹 Black Rose 🌹 (typingartist2)

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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
66475 2018-02-25 20:40:19 150.38 98%
63874 2018-02-04 23:47:29 142.35 98%
58084 2018-01-05 12:43:21 168.01 99%
57042 2017-12-24 15:52:56 166.37 99%
56986 2017-12-23 16:13:42 159.38 99%
56974 2017-12-23 16:00:29 150.57 98%