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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349 | 2020-09-08 19:48:05 | 111.64 | 100% |
162 | 2020-08-12 18:37:56 | 95.56 | 98% |