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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45654 | 2021-01-24 15:28:25 | 139.84 | 100% |
21353 | 2017-02-25 21:52:48 | 130.96 | 90% |