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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749 | 2023-05-18 04:52:50 | 93.07 | 97% |
347 | 2023-04-29 04:12:39 | 88.17 | 97% |