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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35633 | 2018-10-22 18:41:00 | 120.62 | 99% |
35589 | 2018-10-22 14:52:47 | 109.01 | 98% |