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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1904 | 2021-10-12 02:25:36 | 81.92 | 98% |
178 | 2021-08-25 14:27:25 | 60.13 | 96% |