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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514 | 2017-07-22 11:45:45 | 66.10 | 96% |
498 | 2017-07-22 10:27:24 | 63.89 | 97% |
39 | 2017-07-03 09:36:52 | 64.91 | 97% |