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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932 | 2020-09-22 17:17:41 | 82.72 | 96% |
55 | 2020-04-22 13:37:04 | 43.65 | 95% |