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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576 | 2017-02-27 21:07:15 | 84.99 | 90% |
492 | 2017-02-23 21:29:08 | 93.52 | 96% |