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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5929 | 2024-03-12 03:39:33 | 71.11 | 96.2% |
3786 | 2023-09-27 14:08:23 | 68.61 | 97% |