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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1018 | 2019-05-03 22:32:56 | 133.62 | 100% |
68 | 2018-07-01 22:25:53 | 74.89 | 95% |