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 |
---|---|---|---|
4146 | 2020-09-17 20:34:09 | 72.88 | 98% |
2264 | 2020-09-07 13:37:07 | 65.35 | 97% |