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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619 | 2022-12-27 20:08:37 | 58.14 | 94% |
375 | 2022-12-21 20:21:02 | 54.63 | 96% |