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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2323 | 2019-09-05 01:22:14 | 51.26 | 94% |
383 | 2019-07-19 22:13:00 | 43.17 | 98% |