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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8461 | 2021-09-22 05:03:50 | 88.95 | 97% |
5644 | 2020-08-19 09:37:48 | 74.02 | 96% |