Text race history for Is there a self? (deckard_4)

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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
10788 2020-09-17 23:10:02 104.89 99%
5743 2020-04-16 23:32:20 88.29 96%
1277 2020-02-13 04:06:52 81.19 97%