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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327 | 2018-10-21 04:29:48 | 63.86 | 95% |
27 | 2017-09-29 03:44:35 | 52.67 | 94% |