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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1740 | 2019-05-15 23:13:17 | 75.38 | 96% |
28 | 2018-07-27 01:27:14 | 53.14 | 94% |