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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183 | 2021-02-26 03:22:41 | 78.94 | 96.8% |
180 | 2021-02-22 09:25:47 | 75.79 | 96.7% |