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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1061 | 2018-05-17 12:34:08 | 83.81 | 99% |
330 | 2018-03-17 13:51:52 | 59.03 | 95% |