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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2439 | 2017-10-06 23:28:49 | 80.23 | 95% |
490 | 2017-02-24 00:09:30 | 56.37 | 91% |