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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1862 | 2021-05-17 16:05:42 | 95.33 | 96% |
797 | 2021-03-07 17:34:22 | 86.46 | 95% |