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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1339 | 2017-05-27 23:35:10 | 115.10 | 99% |
1243 | 2017-05-13 15:02:41 | 106.15 | 95% |