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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1238 | 2018-11-17 07:52:16 | 45.45 | 96% |
793 | 2017-04-24 01:42:40 | 43.77 | 90% |