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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6466 | 2020-08-27 02:38:18 | 126.66 | 100% |
1198 | 2019-03-09 19:35:54 | 99.05 | 97% |