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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785 | 2021-12-11 14:36:19 | 76.89 | 98% |
80 | 2021-11-23 17:10:56 | 81.22 | 97% |