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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641 | 2021-01-27 16:01:29 | 89.76 | 97% |
267 | 2019-08-15 23:41:05 | 94.48 | 97% |