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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3406 | 2019-04-15 03:09:14 | 131.90 | 99% |
2391 | 2017-06-23 20:28:01 | 124.66 | 99% |