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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2188 | 2017-11-30 08:17:18 | 55.42 | 95% |
2149 | 2017-11-24 05:58:15 | 58.62 | 95% |