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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3263 | 2017-05-05 06:35:53 | 80.65 | 94% |
3201 | 2017-03-22 10:33:02 | 70.25 | 93% |