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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728 | 2020-08-04 07:22:11 | 47.35 | 95% |
223 | 2020-07-09 07:26:42 | 40.63 | 95% |