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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2251 | 2020-10-15 00:46:24 | 73.42 | 98% |
679 | 2018-11-02 06:40:00 | 71.63 | 99% |