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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4944 | 2020-06-26 05:34:06 | 151.53 | 99% |
4122 | 2020-02-10 20:16:07 | 153.72 | 100% |