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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2061 | 2021-12-05 13:58:09 | 55.53 | 95% |
912 | 2021-07-13 18:24:50 | 53.26 | 97% |