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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2552 | 2021-05-07 13:43:02 | 63.81 | 96% |
1853 | 2021-01-06 19:00:10 | 60.46 | 96% |
1106 | 2019-10-23 07:14:28 | 46.34 | 95% |