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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3238 | 2017-07-05 06:45:26 | 85.09 | 96% |
2772 | 2017-03-25 00:31:05 | 96.72 | 95% |