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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2483 | 2021-08-14 07:12:06 | 77.42 | 97% |
1557 | 2021-07-03 10:02:11 | 72.96 | 97% |