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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530 | 2018-11-10 04:15:52 | 42.53 | 96% |
159 | 2018-05-26 13:50:10 | 40.42 | 98% |