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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10675 | 2017-02-23 07:31:31 | 118.16 | 95% |
10326 | 2017-02-10 03:40:13 | 126.85 | 95% |