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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2182 | 2018-12-09 12:47:32 | 63.92 | 97% |
89 | 2018-09-11 05:55:18 | 59.38 | 99% |