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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636 | 2022-07-26 15:08:53 | 60.38 | 97% |
124 | 2022-07-04 06:52:09 | 52.05 | 94% |