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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6354 | 2018-01-12 10:01:54 | 57.34 | 97% |
4127 | 2017-05-22 11:55:43 | 58.95 | 98% |