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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1923 | 2018-05-28 09:47:25 | 70.32 | 98% |
1543 | 2018-04-19 07:11:01 | 64.90 | 96% |