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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1389 | 2018-06-05 11:30:29 | 78.92 | 97% |
1140 | 2018-05-31 07:33:02 | 75.02 | 97% |