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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16591 | 2024-12-07 13:32:04 | 84.87 | 96.3% |
13843 | 2023-06-05 15:30:05 | 78.23 | 95.4% |
11524 | 2022-08-25 04:42:17 | 86.93 | 97% |
11099 | 2022-08-10 15:14:58 | 82.87 | 96% |