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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2780 | 2017-09-05 02:29:08 | 73.43 | 96% |
2604 | 2017-08-17 05:51:34 | 60.65 | 97% |