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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838 | 2022-07-26 15:08:48 | 69.81 | 99% |
691 | 2019-10-01 08:16:14 | 62.45 | 97% |