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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3018 | 2018-11-27 03:36:45 | 47.36 | 95% |
376 | 2018-09-25 14:35:44 | 58.76 | 97% |