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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4054 | 2021-10-25 10:28:56 | 30.20 | 97% |
3483 | 2017-06-08 17:48:56 | 37.29 | 99% |