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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2160 | 2019-01-27 14:33:39 | 47.28 | 94% |
1717 | 2019-01-07 14:43:11 | 44.05 | 94% |