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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7670 | 2021-06-06 10:43:19 | 77.55 | 99% |
7199 | 2019-02-01 05:17:45 | 76.64 | 97% |