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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2338 | 2019-04-26 23:25:00 | 84.87 | 96% |
2095 | 2018-10-23 18:06:45 | 74.99 | 94% |