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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1558 | 2017-12-18 02:33:55 | 62.08 | 98% |
1385 | 2017-12-08 02:13:41 | 64.59 | 98% |