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% |