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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5584 | 2020-10-26 04:14:38 | 98.07 | 99% |
3066 | 2019-04-30 06:17:36 | 93.86 | 98% |