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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8033 | 2019-07-22 06:12:51 | 69.80 | 93% |
4349 | 2018-04-26 23:22:18 | 86.01 | 96% |