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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1435 | 2021-03-10 22:24:54 | 109.07 | 99% |
753 | 2021-02-17 10:44:29 | 106.84 | 97.8% |