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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4041 | 2020-04-17 21:46:18 | 40.35 | 95% |
211 | 2019-10-06 02:27:49 | 34.67 | 96% |