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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1019 | 2021-06-08 07:57:22 | 52.39 | 97% |
330 | 2021-05-24 02:52:15 | 34.03 | 91% |