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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1841 | 2021-02-21 13:33:50 | 77.72 | 98% |
983 | 2021-02-01 18:51:45 | 68.82 | 95.8% |