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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2314 | 2021-10-18 06:36:37 | 109.74 | 100% |
577 | 2021-07-05 06:38:00 | 95.97 | 98% |