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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35920 | 2018-11-14 22:51:50 | 97.45 | 98% |
34029 | 2018-01-29 07:16:11 | 94.83 | 99% |