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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1442 | 2022-04-12 13:33:48 | 53.16 | 95% |
427 | 2021-11-10 15:16:44 | 49.75 | 95% |