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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4135 | 2021-05-31 06:04:45 | 72.44 | 95% |
3749 | 2021-02-10 04:28:35 | 80.06 | 95% |