Text race history for Jack (falryx)

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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
1054 2018-03-22 04:48:49 96.07 99%
922 2018-03-21 20:46:19 85.86 97%