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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23854 | 2021-02-03 20:02:13 | 104.19 | 98.2% |
21565 | 2019-05-23 14:58:11 | 102.41 | 99% |