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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721 | 2017-02-02 05:43:19 | 99.40 | 95% |
272 | 2017-01-15 14:26:54 | 84.08 | 91% |