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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5074 | 2021-10-29 19:08:49 | 194.39 | 100% |
802 | 2021-04-22 16:01:36 | 174.48 | 98% |