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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987 | 2021-07-13 15:46:41 | 81.07 | 99% |
967 | 2021-07-12 19:59:54 | 77.79 | 98% |