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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2289 | 2021-04-21 16:04:13 | 70.53 | 97% |
327 | 2020-10-01 08:41:25 | 65.15 | 97% |