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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132 | 2022-09-05 20:21:27 | 97.97 | 98% |
78 | 2022-05-09 02:26:41 | 96.95 | 97% |