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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358 | 2017-01-26 23:32:43 | 89.84 | 94% |
90 | 2017-01-22 12:39:42 | 76.89 | 89% |