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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1557 | 2023-01-15 12:19:11 | 42.54 | 97% |
876 | 2022-07-20 04:32:27 | 44.62 | 97% |