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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7460 | 2020-09-16 10:02:09 | 83.09 | 97% |
6508 | 2019-09-14 14:18:10 | 77.01 | 96% |