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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4379 | 2020-05-09 07:32:36 | 84.19 | 98% |
4189 | 2020-04-18 13:08:33 | 82.86 | 98% |