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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10566 | 2017-05-19 06:10:49 | 123.42 | 99% |
10372 | 2017-05-05 08:22:07 | 118.58 | 99% |