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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651 | 2022-02-25 01:39:00 | 99.68 | 98% |
197 | 2022-02-08 21:44:10 | 108.52 | 100% |