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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499 | 2022-03-16 17:56:52 | 82.34 | 99% |
443 | 2021-08-02 12:25:33 | 71.29 | 95% |