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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1051 | 2022-08-04 11:12:35 | 92.54 | 97% |
230 | 2020-11-01 13:00:48 | 70.20 | 95% |