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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12016 | 2022-05-04 03:41:04 | 89.35 | 98% |
9877 | 2021-12-21 00:56:25 | 93.05 | 98% |