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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1091 | 2020-12-29 17:07:04 | 74.07 | 94% |
146 | 2020-08-31 14:32:42 | 65.49 | 95% |