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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1166 | 2022-11-14 09:37:11 | 62.77 | 96% |
1088 | 2022-11-12 00:29:01 | 70.35 | 96% |