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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446 | 2020-01-17 18:35:55 | 89.01 | 97% |
99 | 2019-12-23 20:47:10 | 80.46 | 97% |