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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1219 | 2021-12-05 09:35:24 | 55.07 | 95% |
295 | 2021-03-15 14:17:25 | 45.90 | 95% |