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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1107 | 2020-01-19 09:19:47 | 116.90 | 99% |
799 | 2019-05-13 20:23:01 | 94.57 | 96% |