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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811 | 2018-10-06 21:20:51 | 84.70 | 98% |
201 | 2017-10-15 16:48:52 | 87.95 | 98% |