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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2019 | 2018-06-27 12:45:30 | 44.14 | 99% |
448 | 2017-04-20 22:35:25 | 34.62 | 96% |