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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1577 | 2018-10-02 10:04:54 | 55.78 | 96% |
742 | 2018-08-24 06:05:19 | 49.76 | 96% |