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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4493 | 2022-02-16 04:25:01 | 50.33 | 93% |
3235 | 2021-12-11 04:49:57 | 49.22 | 93% |