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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2302 | 2021-08-23 12:42:59 | 53.84 | 95% |
1804 | 2021-07-07 19:26:38 | 52.28 | 94% |