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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4987 | 2023-06-13 18:18:41 | 86.02 | 96% |
4003 | 2021-01-21 04:21:53 | 99.12 | 98% |