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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4489 | 2017-05-06 22:16:00 | 70.97 | 88% |
3949 | 2017-02-04 02:37:30 | 74.46 | 90% |