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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1472 | 2017-06-09 23:38:32 | 138.36 | 100% |
493 | 2017-04-19 17:37:54 | 102.28 | 87% |