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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692 | 2017-04-02 15:18:50 | 78.50 | 92% |
232 | 2017-03-24 01:57:30 | 81.78 | 94% |