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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878 | 2019-01-16 15:49:44 | 99.83 | 96% |
634 | 2019-01-05 19:48:43 | 97.71 | 96% |