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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1369 | 2018-05-08 10:21:58 | 54.75 | 97% |
598 | 2017-10-16 16:12:05 | 61.12 | 99% |