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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1322 | 2019-08-26 09:55:40 | 79.54 | 95% |
1149 | 2019-07-28 22:16:35 | 74.86 | 96% |