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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3223 | 2019-09-24 13:35:04 | 104.00 | 97% |
1716 | 2017-09-28 02:00:03 | 110.63 | 98% |