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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5177 | 2022-08-15 01:32:49 | 131.09 | 99% |
1689 | 2022-03-10 01:33:34 | 103.64 | 97% |
1348 | 2022-02-28 04:37:57 | 117.97 | 98% |