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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1705 | 2019-12-07 20:10:40 | 78.53 | 97% |
852 | 2017-08-03 00:56:11 | 65.48 | 97% |
380 | 2017-07-22 07:46:27 | 64.80 | 97% |