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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3118 | 2022-07-24 18:17:14 | 75.62 | 95% |
1726 | 2022-06-10 07:17:51 | 68.75 | 95% |