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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5402 | 2021-08-26 17:59:49 | 90.83 | 97% |
3534 | 2021-06-17 22:47:05 | 77.66 | 96% |