My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away. Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day. Count your blessings. Cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late. Count your blessings on one hand.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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609 | 2017-02-17 11:16:45 | 74.75 | 91% |
370 | 2017-01-25 20:26:08 | 57.63 | 79% |