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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3791 | 2021-05-07 16:25:14 | 62.66 | 95% |
709 | 2020-12-30 07:14:49 | 55.93 | 96% |