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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1556 | 2017-01-17 10:43:34 | 95.70 | 96% |
1442 | 2017-01-17 00:21:46 | 83.83 | 90% |