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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5167 | 2021-05-28 21:05:24 | 52.87 | 99% |
3601 | 2021-04-06 08:10:16 | 47.01 | 97% |