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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855 | 2017-06-22 16:43:02 | 47.17 | 94% |
170 | 2017-05-19 19:45:57 | 41.88 | 88% |