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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310 | 2018-06-19 07:31:58 | 56.06 | 94% |
110 | 2018-05-18 09:52:55 | 68.26 | 97% |