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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1688 | 2020-09-11 03:56:20 | 42.01 | 96% |
611 | 2020-08-15 07:49:08 | 31.85 | 95% |