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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185 | 2022-02-14 19:58:41 | 68.86 | 95% |
166 | 2022-01-25 04:26:35 | 68.08 | 95% |