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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2352 | 2019-11-26 08:43:38 | 71.67 | 97% |
1862 | 2018-09-22 04:31:06 | 81.08 | 98% |
1456 | 2018-09-02 06:18:06 | 65.11 | 98% |