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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2248 | 2020-04-27 20:07:59 | 82.18 | 97% |
2149 | 2020-04-25 23:37:08 | 77.72 | 97% |
1634 | 2020-04-20 15:53:59 | 68.45 | 96% |