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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
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%