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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493 | 2019-12-13 10:09:01 | 93.83 | 97% |
398 | 2019-12-07 05:28:29 | 96.40 | 98% |