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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1850 | 2019-06-12 21:57:28 | 80.02 | 95% |
899 | 2017-03-08 20:01:34 | 80.95 | 92% |