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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298 | 2020-04-23 16:00:47 | 34.75 | 91% |
63 | 2020-03-28 17:12:05 | 35.52 | 92% |