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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1625 | 2021-03-08 13:10:46 | 33.44 | 95% |
1407 | 2021-03-05 19:44:10 | 32.47 | 94% |