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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1543 | 2023-07-07 09:48:59 | 79.95 | 95% |
1228 | 2021-01-18 16:32:52 | 80.08 | 97% |
321 | 2020-10-20 08:37:23 | 65.15 | 95% |