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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427 | 2021-02-19 16:25:22 | 51.64 | 97.4% |
189 | 2021-01-25 13:32:04 | 49.36 | 97% |