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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1332 | 2020-02-23 07:37:42 | 101.23 | 100% |
274 | 2019-01-15 19:38:06 | 81.78 | 100% |