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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1197 | 2022-02-17 19:53:13 | 65.56 | 95% |
52 | 2021-11-16 20:52:15 | 55.66 | 93% |