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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1094 | 2019-07-06 11:01:10 | 29.87 | 94% |
819 | 2019-07-03 09:28:25 | 37.23 | 96% |