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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1281 | 2018-12-25 21:11:58 | 54.63 | 95% |
501 | 2017-05-21 05:57:46 | 72.97 | 98% |