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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6983 | 2017-05-28 17:36:56 | 61.25 | 89% |
6798 | 2017-05-19 12:30:56 | 68.51 | 90% |