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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365 | 2017-07-08 01:28:44 | 71.70 | 97% |
353 | 2017-07-04 00:11:28 | 87.31 | 98% |
78 | 2017-06-21 08:06:47 | 76.14 | 97% |