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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2182 | 2021-02-24 15:29:19 | 90.11 | 98% |
1410 | 2021-02-05 19:51:10 | 83.34 | 97.9% |