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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8736 | 2019-12-15 03:50:03 | 119.51 | 99% |
7358 | 2019-05-25 19:31:34 | 111.46 | 97% |
7159 | 2019-04-21 23:41:59 | 101.21 | 97% |