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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2224 | 2017-03-21 21:56:47 | 89.26 | 96% |
2137 | 2017-03-09 05:08:38 | 97.87 | 97% |
1730 | 2017-02-17 18:10:19 | 92.29 | 96% |