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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4522 | 2018-06-28 08:21:05 | 73.46 | 96% |
1758 | 2017-10-26 08:23:57 | 72.08 | 96% |