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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1541 | 2023-05-28 01:51:56 | 69.99 | 97% |
976 | 2023-05-17 13:22:02 | 72.13 | 97% |