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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2017 | 2021-08-31 23:47:01 | 141.70 | 99% |
1023 | 2018-09-01 04:46:18 | 111.78 | 96% |