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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3662 | 2021-05-28 14:50:01 | 143.24 | 98% |
494 | 2020-10-21 17:59:38 | 156.81 | 99% |