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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3907 | 2021-09-28 13:58:51 | 92.35 | 94% |
1401 | 2017-06-09 08:03:52 | 64.33 | 95% |
1195 | 2017-04-30 10:40:45 | 54.62 | 90% |