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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1546 | 2021-10-13 03:52:19 | 75.37 | 97% |
1033 | 2020-08-12 06:08:06 | 83.23 | 96% |