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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74 | 2021-01-29 02:14:51 | 91.41 | 96.9% |
73 | 2021-01-29 02:14:07 | 94.77 | 96.4% |