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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1271 | 2017-08-06 12:57:16 | 69.76 | 96% |
1139 | 2017-06-09 11:35:03 | 101.45 | 100% |