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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1458 | 2022-01-18 09:49:59 | 94.87 | 98% |
547 | 2021-02-15 15:56:59 | 77.34 | 94.3% |