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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5242 | 2020-09-13 17:31:21 | 64.85 | 96% |
2000 | 2020-05-22 10:06:27 | 53.72 | 97% |