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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258 | 2021-06-30 08:44:02 | 104.48 | 99% |
231 | 2021-06-25 13:16:39 | 83.80 | 96% |