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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2309 | 2021-04-24 10:56:23 | 73.70 | 97% |
340 | 2021-01-31 10:27:02 | 62.13 | 96.4% |