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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2751 | 2019-06-27 20:14:52 | 105.81 | 99% |
390 | 2017-09-30 21:03:57 | 78.21 | 96% |