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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465 | 2018-11-16 12:36:06 | 72.06 | 96% |
27 | 2018-09-22 10:42:39 | 52.87 | 96% |