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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4899 | 2021-09-12 18:16:40 | 115.19 | 98% |
658 | 2021-03-19 23:52:13 | 79.41 | 96% |