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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2829 | 2017-05-20 04:04:59 | 88.23 | 97% |
1689 | 2017-01-28 17:10:33 | 85.82 | 97% |