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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875 | 2021-07-02 19:43:25 | 133.22 | 100% |
175 | 2021-01-01 16:59:27 | 107.82 | 98% |