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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8271 | 2023-07-15 20:38:41 | 91.48 | 97% |
3812 | 2022-03-27 11:17:48 | 87.76 | 98% |