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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214 | 2017-06-21 12:53:45 | 36.35 | 98% |
77 | 2017-06-13 15:22:59 | 37.00 | 99% |