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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3203 | 2021-05-23 01:55:08 | 92.81 | 99% |
2875 | 2020-01-02 00:42:00 | 82.27 | 97% |