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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1638 | 2018-11-08 14:09:39 | 56.76 | 96% |
787 | 2018-08-14 08:24:22 | 58.49 | 96% |