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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8691 | 2021-02-11 17:30:48 | 88.05 | 100% |
1234 | 2019-01-13 15:36:42 | 84.81 | 100% |