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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960 | 2021-12-03 01:37:30 | 42.75 | 95% |
338 | 2021-08-27 05:40:54 | 39.73 | 94% |