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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2145 | 2022-02-21 21:11:21 | 68.32 | 95% |
1125 | 2021-12-29 12:34:42 | 52.50 | 94% |