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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2324 | 2021-03-23 11:42:22 | 93.77 | 98% |
1697 | 2021-01-12 05:52:04 | 90.54 | 97% |