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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452 | 2021-12-21 09:16:59 | 72.33 | 96% |
352 | 2021-12-17 15:59:01 | 71.71 | 97% |