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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145 | 2017-04-21 08:20:24 | 85.44 | 92% |
105 | 2017-04-20 09:47:25 | 95.62 | 98% |