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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1968 | 2021-01-19 04:33:11 | 82.53 | 95% |
1281 | 2018-12-20 19:08:01 | 82.19 | 97% |