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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1060 | 2017-06-04 11:04:54 | 73.86 | 97% |
1043 | 2017-06-01 14:01:54 | 52.65 | 85% |