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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12255 | 2022-01-12 04:58:44 | 83.26 | 97% |
11631 | 2021-11-12 14:51:29 | 92.51 | 97% |