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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1470 | 2019-06-17 11:57:10 | 73.20 | 98% |
660 | 2018-12-18 10:57:03 | 73.48 | 99% |