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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7080 | 2022-07-19 01:02:06 | 90.92 | 98% |
6284 | 2022-07-07 02:34:09 | 99.40 | 96% |
3855 | 2022-06-15 23:39:58 | 95.95 | 99% |