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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652 | 2021-12-07 14:44:15 | 87.92 | 97% |
623 | 2021-12-05 16:59:39 | 72.12 | 95% |