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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8799 | 2017-02-21 19:50:38 | 54.01 | 85% |
8666 | 2017-02-19 11:11:54 | 57.09 | 92% |