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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1314 | 2017-12-31 20:10:39 | 110.01 | 97% |
1159 | 2017-10-24 01:49:09 | 118.53 | 99% |