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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5313 | 2020-06-16 09:35:29 | 75.71 | 97% |
4105 | 2017-07-15 13:59:04 | 61.54 | 97% |