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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475 | 2017-05-06 16:22:09 | 109.60 | 95% |
321 | 2017-02-28 21:52:11 | 102.54 | 97% |