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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3708 | 2018-01-21 05:43:37 | 146.01 | 98% |
1906 | 2017-12-31 00:01:46 | 155.10 | 98% |