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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5284 | 2017-06-22 09:13:56 | 96.08 | 98% |
4346 | 2017-04-19 04:50:40 | 84.29 | 90% |