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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4687 | 2021-03-21 13:11:33 | 70.18 | 96% |
4592 | 2021-03-17 15:23:57 | 67.01 | 97% |