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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1604 | 2021-05-04 06:21:40 | 84.24 | 98% |
985 | 2021-03-03 14:36:54 | 81.67 | 98% |