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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1612 | 2023-07-27 10:39:41 | 59.25 | 93% |
1119 | 2023-05-16 15:17:23 | 54.17 | 92% |