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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5547 | 2018-07-25 07:41:34 | 80.85 | 98% |
4263 | 2017-01-16 16:54:32 | 73.26 | 95% |