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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1256 | 2019-08-29 14:37:17 | 86.33 | 96% |
848 | 2019-02-11 20:14:36 | 88.82 | 95% |