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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3628 | 2018-07-01 05:59:38 | 116.03 | 99% |
852 | 2017-04-05 04:43:40 | 102.98 | 97% |