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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1032 | 2022-08-25 02:20:22 | 98.65 | 98% |
366 | 2021-08-08 17:26:37 | 95.23 | 98% |