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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4717 | 2018-05-14 20:36:24 | 104.59 | 98% |
4678 | 2018-05-11 21:18:39 | 77.62 | 94% |