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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2013 | 2020-12-01 16:23:03 | 85.06 | 97% |
223 | 2020-09-03 13:46:32 | 65.83 | 95% |